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Trickle Down Economics

By Danath

SynTech Slushpile Commission #2

Characters © Rykela

Content warning: growth, bimbofication, male, altersex/herm, excessive spooge

* * *

Connor stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers around the handles of the grocery store bags. The plastic pulled against his skin as he lifted all four bags at once, each stuffed to the brim with food. He glanced around the self-checkout area of the supermarket, but there were no flashing lights, no shouting police, no interested store clerks as he headed for the front doors. The cool plastic of the credit card that he'd just used to pay for his groceries didn't feel cool to Connor; the tiny bit of plastic and circuitry burned red hot against his thigh. He was sweating, but the weight of the bags meant he couldn't use his arm to wipe away the beads of sweat as he waddled down the sidewalk away from the grocery store, at the very start of a long trudge back to his cheap studio bedroom apartment. Now that he knew the card would work, he could consider visiting a store closer to home, even if the prices weren't as good.

Connor's knees trembled a bit as he took each step. He didn't want to use the card. It wasn't his, after all, and he knew right from wrong. But there was no name on the card, and no ID or anything that could help him identify the owner. There was a word in the upper left corner of the pitch-black card: “Douglas" in neat, tight, italicized crimson letters. Underneath, small enough to squeeze into the same width, in the same crimson red: “Savings & Loans." Simple and very straightforward in the design, considering there wasn't another name on the plastic, just the magnetic strip on the back. The college student's stomach rumbled and his arms ached as he slowly made his way up to a street crossing and elbowed the button for the walk sign. Though there were no clouds in the clear blue sky, a cool breeze cooled Connor down while he waited in the shade of a tree at the corner. There was something else in the air, something that he couldn't quite place - rich, powerful, and mysterious.

A burst of music and shouting drew his attention to the left, where the human lad could see, a few blocks away down the long, sloping hill, the entrance to one of the numerous red light districts in the area. Even from the distance where Connor stared, the curves of a fox brazenly dressed in fishnet stockings and a corset brassiere stood out against the gray sidewalk and the dark brown brick wall at the entrance to the neighborhood. Sumptuous foxflesh oozed from the top and bottom, massive and puffy breasts that the garment only just was able to contain. She was bent over, head inside of a parked automobile, tail lifted and wiggling in the air behind her. A pink strap cut across the foxgirl's thick, wide rump before disappearing down around the shimmering exposed pelt. Connor's vision lasered in and he swore he could see the wind ruffling the dense, thick white fur of her inner thigh as she lifted one stiletto off the ground, leg bent at the knee as half her chest disappeared inside the front of the vehicle. Connor glanced away, feeling awkward for staring, and focused ahead, though he cocked his head to better listen to the high-pitched, feminine giggles echoing up the roadway. He didn't particularly mind the red light districts - they mostly stuck to themselves, they kept the rent cheap, and as long as you avoided certain blocks at night, things were pretty comfortable in his neighborhood. And much as he might refuse to admit it to anyone else, he'd been tempted before.

And would be again. A sharp whistle and a cooed “Hey, baby" rippled past Connor's ears. The dark-tinted car drove past, and Connor just saw the satisfied and dopey grin on a large horse's muzzle before the windows rolled up completely. A new object, or rather, pair of, presented themselves in place of the car, blocking his vision of almost completely. Long and slender black-socked paws stroked over the top of his head, teasing claws down along his ears and neck.

“Lookin' for a good time, baby? You're so cute that I'll give you a deal, sugar."

“Appreciate it, lady," Connor said, trying and failing to talk around a mouthful of massive and plush breasts covered in a deep coat of white fuzz. They were heavy, too, and his knees trembled all the more as they pressed around his head. His hands gripped his grocery bags tighter, but it was all he could to not to drop everything as he felt the warmth envelope and squeezed along his head for a few wonderful moments.

Once the large foxgirl detached her hips from his backside and her tits from his head, Connor emerged with a dopey, satisfied grin similar in many ways to the stallion from the car earlier.

“You know where to find me, cutie," the fox said, hips swinging and swaying side to side, tail lifted so Connor could see just where the thin straps of her pink g-string cut across the back of her ample rump cheeks. He stared until the fox turned around the corner and disappeared into the red light district, then shook his head and looked around, hoping he hadn't dropped anything. Unfortunately, his pants were showing a tent, but there was little he could do about that as he hobbled his way across the street. His nostrils flared as he realized the scent he'd caught a whiff of earlier had been almost the same as the foxgirl's. At first he thought it was hers, perhaps a product of the large bulge cupped in the front of her plump thighs, but it was too different, and he'd been too distracted to notice at the time. This other scent was something different altogether.

The human passed by a few other residents of the apartment block, made up of one huge, gloomy rectangular building with a hollow middle surrounding an interior courtyard and affording every apartment at least one room with natural light... no matter how small. Many of the other residents were, like Connor, broke college kids, including his current neighbor, who was locking his door as Connor stumbled up the steps. His fists were white where the bags dragged on his wrists.

“Hey, Connor! How's it going? Finish that paper for Economics you told me about yet?"

Connor shook his head at the tall, lanky stallion. Though he was well over six feet tall, the russet brown horse's build was honed by years behind computer keyboards rather than anything approaching athletic endeavors.

“No, I'm doing my final draft tonight. How about you, K?"

“Stupid compiler bugs. Don't ask."

“Well, let me know how it goes. If you wanna game later, let me know - just knock on the wall."

“You got it!"

K - short for Kevin - headed down the stairs, though he paused for a moment to sniff the air before shrugging and continuing down. Connor finally dropped the bags at his feet and fished out his keys. He still couldn't believe the card worked. He had groceries. Not just ramen, real groceries. He'd been desperate enough to consider hitting up K for a cup of rice, but now, he was set for weeks. He fully intended to pay back whoever it was that owned this credit card… if he could figure out who owned it. Connor was no thief, but it was less than forty dollars. Surely they'd forgive him. Desperate times and all that.

The human put away the groceries in the small kitchenette cupboards. They were made of cheap, painted aluminum, practically foil, and the tiny minifridge protested as he opened the door and forced it shut again. Once he was finished, he slumped onto his bed and fished the credit card out of his pocket.

As he stared at it, he wondered what to do next. He hadn't expected it to actually work when he swiped it through the self-checkout at the grocery store. When he left, he'd kept glancing over his shoulder at the security guard, terrified the wideset buffalo was about to tackle him from behind and smear him across the parking lot pavement. Instead, he'd gotten a thank you from the greeter and a coupon for a special on eggs next week. It was a pretty good discount.

Connor turned over and grabbed his laptop to turn it on, then furrowed his brows and waited. The ancient device took its sweet time creaking to life. It was the sluggish, crash-prone bane of his existence, but it was all he could afford, even if it took five minutes just to load his text documents. He'd gotten it for next to nothing at the student charity sale at the beginning of the year, but it was such a pain it almost wasn't worth the savings… though in his case, it'd been the best he could manage anyway. His parents worked several jobs and had enough money problems by themselves.

The browser stuttered and hung up a few times, and he impatiently resisted the urge to tap on the keyboard lest he break something. He was used to this song-and-dance when he wasn't working in the college's computer labs, but… his eyes flicked to the credit card, and then, in a moment of weakness, he went to the browser instead and pulled up a shopping website. It took a solid two minutes to load in, the fans in the base of the laptop whirring like jet engines, so perhaps it wasn't truly a “moment" of weakness, yet Connor didn't look back. He glanced to the left and right instead, as if paranoid of hidden cameras, before picking the first decent laptop listed and adding it to his cart. The site asked for the card number, and he had to hold up the back of the mysterious credit card into the light to even read the small white numbers, but he typed them in and clicked “Confirm."

The order went through, and three hours later, he had a drone-delivered laptop in his fingers. It booted in seconds, worked perfectly, and even included upgrades for the onboard GPU that he hadn't ordered - and yet, somehow, were added gratis, with a handwritten note on the receipt about being a valued customer. Connor grinned and sighed in relief as he relaxed on his bed, new laptop humming away on his thighs. All of his work took less than a moment to transfer wirelessly, and he took great pleasure in violently slam-dunking the old laptop into the dumpster out the back of the apartments. For the first time in a long while, Connor had a full belly and a tool that would actually help him really get to work on his degree instead of fighting him at every step. It was amazing how much less stress he immediately felt thanks to it, and he was able to hammer out the entire paper in one go as the night wore on. College wasn't going to keep him down, that was for sure! Once his paper was done, Connor's enthusiasm got the better of him, and he found himself pulling up the shopping site again and dreaming of better things. He could always start trying to track down the owner of the card later...

* * *

The next few weeks were as bright and sunny as his mood. The card still worked. Groceries and a decent laptop were one thing, and his first fast-food meal in weeks had filled him with absolute glee, but Connor felt a bit daring as well. So here he was, handing the jet-black card over to the smiling human in the dark blue business suit, surrounded by exotic and expensive sports cars, each sleeker and faster looking than the next.

“Your receipt, sir, and please, allow us to deliver your car in the front of the building. We hope you're happy with your rental."

The college student grinned as he walked out the door of the dealership, feeling quite handsome in a brand new pair of $200 designer jeans. He couldn't help himself - the credit card practically leapt from his fingers when he walked past the clothing store earlier, and the effects of the tush-hugging new outfit was well worth it. The loop in the back was just the right size for his tail to fit through, too. It swung side to side over his legs, the huge silky orange limb half the size (and approximately the same width) as his body, and flared quite thick and fluffy in the center before trailing to a pointed ivory tip at the base, just like a short, round paint brush. His ears, large and triangular atop his head, had a similar dark auburn and black-tipped color scheme, flicking intermittently with eagerness and excitement. They'd improved his hearing quite a bit! Connor listened to the whispers and basked in the stares of the other customers and employees of the dealership as he simply stood in front of the doors, thick rear end uplifted and juicy in his jeans, with a satisfyingly pert bulge in the front angled down between his thighs. A matching new t-shirt was small and clung to his shoulders, leaving his arms exposed along with his bare-skinned midriff.

The flashy, neon pink sports car rolled up in front of him, electric motor letting out a gentle hum to show it was operational. A Shelby Mustang GT500, top of the line - normally not something he'd have considered, but the name reminded him of his friend K so he hadn't been able to resist. The smooth, sharp angles and lines on the car looked fantastic, but the pearlescent pink shimmer looked even hotter with Connor sprawled across it.

“Hey, can you take a pic for me? I wanna show this off on my socials!"

Connor's hips pushed up, short and plump tail upright, a foxy grin on his face like he had 10 schemes going already. The thick plumpness of his fat balls squeezed between his thighs towards his knees as he put on a bit of a wanton pout for the salesman. The human's fingers fumbled a few times as he steadied his smartphone and pressed the button.

“You're a doll, and thanks again for all your help today," Connor said, his voice like melted butter as he slid up to the salesman and trailed a black fingernail down his chest. “You can text me that picture any old time, and feel free to keep a copy for yourself, stud."

The salesman's buttocks tightened noticeably in the back as the half-fox's paw did something suggestive with a slip of paper covered in numbers.

“Thank you for choosing your local car dealership, sir," the salesman said, eyes wide and forward. “We appreciate your - huufffffffpatronage!"

* * *

“Dude, Connor! Hey, how's it going! Wow, is that the latest X-Station?"

Connor paused at the head of the stairs, foxy ears pitching forward above his grinning, boyish face, pale tattoo-like markings on his cheeks almost resembling the painted pattern of a vulpine muzzle. The half-fox, half-human grinned and lifted an arm upwards, showing off the dark fur that'd sprouted on his hands and begun to creep up past his wrists like natural gloves, holding the expensive console aloft.

“And the ten best-selling games!" he said, hefting a second bag in his other arm.

“You should have let me know, you bitch! I would've loved to go for a cruise in that sweet GT! Plus I got a new top I wanna show off."

K's grin lit up his muzzle. The stallion leaned against his door, watching as Connor sauntered down the hallway. The horse's eyes dropped more than once towards the bulge nestled in the demi-fox's loins. A clearly outlined tube of meat easily twice as thick as the human-fox's wrist rolled over and around on itself, forming a complicated bulge of twists and turns that snaked backwards around one side of his waist and showcased just how massive the maleness really was even when soft. The stallion's booty shorts swelled in the front as he leaned back against the door to his apartment, one hoof lifted and pressed flat to the wood. Sliding a few fingers down his lean, smooth chest, the stallion let his fingertips catch the mesh shirt around his shoulders, and a thin white dribble seeped from the front of his bulge.

“Oooh, I should come over and play a few games with you!" he said, pursing his lips as his fingers danced lower down his flat, soft belly, towards the white lacing keeping the booty shorts taut around his thick haunches and bulge. Another leak, larger than the first, drew Connor's eyes and made his mouth water.

“Yeah, that'd be great... Though you're gonna have to blow me first!"

“Ha ha! You slut! Deal, though. No take-backs!"

Connor took a step forward, and there was a quiet snap. He glanced down at the broken sandal he'd just stepped out of - he'd switched to wearing them since his new paws didn't exactly fit in shoes, but it was clear this pair simply hadn't been up to the job of cradling his dainty vulpine stompers. He curled his toes and sighed. “Let me pull up Cramazon real quick first, okay?"

His friend giggled girlishly and pretended to pout. “Fiiiine, but don't buy half a wardrobe like last time, silly. Oh, but you definitely must get those ones, and those ones. Imagine what they'll do for your ass!"

* * *

The car salesman beamed. “It's so good to see you again in person after we spoke on the phone earlier. I'm glad to hear you had such a pleasant experience with your rental. It's rare that one of our customers decides to outright buy an identical model, though… are you sure you don't want to purchase the one you were driving?"

Surrounded by the expensive imports, domestics, and modded specialty vehicles in the decadent showroom, Connor appeared perfectly at ease. He leaned back in the deep-cushioned chair across a small business desk from the car salesman who previously rented him the sports car. The ferret's small ears flicked forward attentively as the muscular, tall male focused on the male across from him. If only all of his clients were smoking hot like this one, the large ferret thought to himself.

The demi-fox frowned and shook his head. “Of course not! It's not new. I have no idea who'd been driving it before me! I want to be sure everything's in tip-top shape."

He slipped his foot out of his shoe, extended his leg underneath the table and casually pressed the sole against the salesman's bulge, his forwardness making the salesman blush and hiccup in surprise. There was no denying that his soccer ball-sized package pulsed and lurched larger, though, the fabric groaning with enough cock to begin splitting the seams wide open. A few gentle rubs of his toes, and Connor batted his eyelashes innocently at the sudden sticky dampness he felt well up against them. The ferret's eyes blinked rapidly and he tugged at the collar of his dark blue suit coat, which squeezed around his wide chest and large, broad shoulders. He really shouldn't be doing this. He could get in trouble if his boss found out. But then again - it was a brand new sale, completely paid in full driving off the lot, and he had a feeling this juicy, plump treat of a foxboy was gonna be back, oh, yeah, he'd back all right. Especially if the big, studly ferret got to take his time treating that fat rump the way it needed to be treated.

“Mmmn, sounds like a deal to me. Why don't we get you out of those pants and into some new ones before signing anything, though?" His wink sent a shiver down the salesman's spine and the fabric around his thick arms to stretch. “I'll even pay for them, too. Consider it a tip for good service."

“Once again, sir, thank you for your - nnnnggghhh… oh, yes, uh, patronage… mmmmfff."

Connor grinned and leaned in close, breath tickling the ferret's ear. “Don't forget to take some more pics, cutie."

* * *

“Yes, of course, sir. Please, wait here in my office while we perform maintenance on your car. Unfortunately, the steam clean will take several hours to fully dry."

“In the meantime," Connor said, flicking his tail side to side in the air above his round backside. The wide band of an athletic jock strap wrapped around his slim belly, just below his belly button, exposed by the short bright blue cut-off shorts stretching around the upper halves of each of his huge rump cheeks. The shorts pulled forward in the front, dragging the waistband away from his belly thanks to the sheer amount of weight in the big-hipped foxboy's crotch. Hench the jackstrap, which provided all the structural support he needed to really swing his thick dick around like he owned the place. Which of course, he did.

“Yes, sir, in the meantime, I'll be available to take care of any concerns you may have, obviously. And once again, sir, thank you for the promotion."

Connor sidled up to the ferret. The huge stud stood over eight feet tall, towering over the relatively tiny-by-comparison fox leaning in against his belly, ears just coming up to the round swell of his chest.

“I know just how I'd like to spend the next several hours," Connor said, slipping his paws under the dark blue suit coat around the ferret's shoulders. His claws dragged on the button-up shirt underneath, pressing in to dimple the round bulges of muscle in the ferret's long, flexible core. His paw continued further south, delicately sliding a tip of a black claw along the prominent bulge in the car salesman's suit pants. It had been pushing down past his thigh since before he arrived, but now the head of the enormous length throbbed past the knee, about at Connor's hips. The fox's paw tickled around the head of the ferret's length as the dark brown-fur rippled across the muscular male's body. His pale face mask almost made it look like he was sleeping as he held his breath in order not to moan as a healthy, fat blob of clear pre-cum soaked through the pants and dribbled along the outside down to the floor.

“Oh, but it won't be just me, of course," Connor said. “That's the other reason we're here today. I'm tired of carpooling this slutty pony around to all her hookups, so she's getting her own car. Make it like mine, but the brightest blue you got."

The whole time he spoke, the fox was pawing and groping at the stunned salesman's body. His cock stretched outwards, pulling on the seams running down the length of the pants on both sides, and then oozed a stream of pearly white seed down one leg as K entered the room right on cue.

“Sorry I'm late," the stallion said. He pursed his plump, bright green lips and smiled. The neon lipstick matched the rest of his brightly colored outfit. His legs were bare from the hips down, plump and soft, glistening with each step. The stallion's rump bounced, perky and pert. Foregoing the jockstrap solution for his copious backside that the fox adopted, K instead wore a corset that squeezed in around his already thin upper body. The ribbed fabric ended above his belly button, and connected to a pair of matching bikini bottom briefs with stretchy, sewn-in bands. And it was lucky those extra bands were in place, because K's massive cock filled the bikini bottom and then some. It forced the bulge outwards, hanging several feet in front of and past his knees despite curling over and around on itself, due mostly to the huge, swollen, round balls hanging out either leg hole of the bikini briefs. White jism slowly pooled in the tip of his bulge, ready to ooze through the fabric and squirt out at any minute.

“I was just telling Mr. Salesman here that we need to get your slutty ass a ride, and that you're willing to do anything for a good deal," Connor said, giggling. “Not that we need it, but I can't help but want to… mmmmhhhh… haggle…"

As the fox's paws disappeared down the muscular ferret's pants, the pony strode up, confidently jiggling and bouncing right up to the much larger, stronger male. He stopped a foot away, close enough for the snorting, grunting, rapidly arousing-past-his-breaking-point stud to get a good, long view of the stallion's smooth, pert, plump body.

“Well… I suppose," K said, leaning forward to stroke down the bulge in the ferret's pants extending past Connor's paws, fingers coming away damp with cum. He turned his head back, looking upwards, past the ferret's muscular, broad chest. The thick-hipped ponyboy blinked slowly, lashes fluttering, thick lip plump and moist. “But are you sure Mr. Salesman here is enough of a big, hunky, strong male to satisfy an ass like this?"

The ferret's eyes went wide as they could get as he watched K's rump cheeks jiggle for many long seconds after the smack rang out through the room. A huge rip sounded as the ferret's long, plump length fattened up, splitting through the leg of his pants. His hips moved, pushing forward as his massive sac ripped out the back part of his pants. By the time the huge, muscular male landed, he had both squirming, moaning femboys tucked in underneath his pecs, with his huge length shoved right between the two of them, heady blasts of musky seed pumping into the air and splattering messily across their backs.

“Now this is service!" Connor said, shuddering as he humped his own massive bulge against the rigid length jutting past his belly and chest. The two bois pinned his shaft between their balls and got to work, rubbing up and down in tandem, rocking motions, and it didn't take long for the ferret to explode a second time, semen shooting several feet above the top of his head and streaking against the ceiling.

K erupted into his own panties like a cannon, and then Connor followed suit a few seconds later. “I can see why you… ooooh, daddy… bought the place!"

They were only just getting started.

* * *

Connor swept the long, blond hair away from his eyes and muzzle, brushing the shoulder length mane behind his neck and ears. A leather halter top surrounded and plumped his pert, soft pecs, framing both of his fat, hard nipples. The fox's white-furred chest stood in stark contrast to his darker red shoulders and sides. His plump, thick rump cheeks rubbed together, sliding up and down with each step he took down the sidewalk. A pair of stretch gold shorts pulled away from in the front, shoved outwards by the nearly sixteen-inch-thick shaft. The fabric barely managed to squeeze in his balls, each fat orb three times the size of his own head, and the waistband just managed to snag the tip of the huge length, forcing the flaccid maleness to bend over on itself. There was a large wet spot where the tip smooshed in against the throbbing white orbs. Considering how skinny the fox's belly was, the massive cock was absolutely too large for him, though he swung his hips around and strutted down the side of the road outside his building like it was nothing.

Next to Connor, K stumbled along, muzzle red from wine, an empty bottle in one hand. The two drunk twinks giggled as they rounded the corner and approached the front of the building. The stallion's visibly erect maleness, flare and all, squeezed down the right leg of his tight yoga pants, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially not in the back. The horse didn't even bother with a shirt, preferring to flaunt his soft, supple belly and chest.

“You bitch! I can't believe you *hic* bought the entire building! Where'd you get that… that kind of money, you whore?"

“Ha ha! Fuck you, slut!" Connor growled, the fox's hips bouncing as he playfully shoved the stallion. “Wouldn't you like to know. Maybe you suck my cock some more tonight and I'll let you in on the secret."

A trio of wolves appeared from around the other corner of the building. They could have been identical triplets with matching dyed fur, bright pinks and purples splashed around their eyes and muzzles. The only real differences were the colors of their clothes. Though all wore matching bikini tops with tiny patches of sequined fabric that totally failed to cover their plump pink nipples, and though the tops featured straining spaghetti straps that kept those pendulous breasts high and swinging in rhythm with each other, each garment individually was a different color. It was like an artist took random paints and splashed them across the largest tits and biggest, thickest cocks they could find. A trio of fat, half-hard wolfcocks knotted up in g-string bikini bottoms that did little more than keep the huge lengths curved over and down, in between their thighs.

Connor and K watched, muzzles agape, both immediately showing clear signs of lust in the form of straining their clothes to the absolute limits, white cumstains blossoming across the fabric. In the fox's case, the overheated, big-dicked vulpine couldn't stop the tip of his huge length from snapping free of the waistband of his shorts, flopping out and stretching forward, extending so far from his hips that he couldn't reach the tip with his paws even bent over and stretching. It sprayed seed through the air, soaking the sidewalk in undulating musky ropes.

The three wolves didn't break their synchronous stride as they passed beneath a streetlamp, momentarily revealing the vicious white smiles on each of their predatory muzzles as they beelined straight for the two twinks.

Connor and K found their muzzles surrounded by breasts a moment later, back to back, surrounded by the trio of wolves who shamelessly shoved their chests and hips forward, undulating and moaning as they whispered sweet nothings and spurted cum.

“Mmh… c'mon, baby, show me you're a big spender," one cooed into Connor's ears. “I'll give you a good price, baby, 'specially seeing as how you've got such a big problem to take care of."

The fox moaned as he felt fingers stroking expertly along his growing maleness, already fatter around from base to tip than he was, though it didn't appear to cause him any balance issues as he leaned back into K, who was being similarly teased and manipulated by another of the wolves.

“You ever take a knot this big, baby?"

“C'mon, fuckboy, let mama show you a thing tonight…"

“Mmmh, I just wanna suck on this cute little fox's titties until he's squealing…"

From within the packed breasts and smooshed malenesses, a black-socked paw appeared clutching the credit card.

“Let me just… find an ATM!"

* * *

Connor slid his pink tongue across his plump lower lip, wiping the strand of pearly white jizz from the puffed up black skin. The fox's eyes flicked to the side, watching as K bucked and humped, his rump spread around the impressively large shaft of one of the many expensive prostitutes lounging around the exotically furnished apartment. The single room was massive, easily able to accommodate couches, deep loveseats, even a hot tub. The whole place reeked of musk, perfume and booze.

In front of Connor, on the other side of a small coffee table, a small, thin squirrel in a severely buttoned-up black suit tried to ignore the moaning and humping going on all around him. When a thick-hipped otter squeezed up against the squirrel with a drink for the bucktoothed male, the lawyer shook his head and pushed the disappointed otter away.

“Here's the deed of sale for the surrounding blocks. All it needs is your signature, and you'll be the official owner of the land and properties, though all current leases will be expected to continue. Let's see…"

The squirrel flipped to another page of the document.

“The businesses that are staying are Toys 'n' Chains, Show n' Grow, The Winger Warehouse, Hoss's Tobacco Emporium, Lube 'n More, about twenty different escort agencies, some by-the-hour hotels, and of course, the residential apartment units. There are also a few all-night bars and diners, but you said before you don't care who stays or goes, so we can skip the details."

“I appreciate that," Connor said. “Try to keep them in their contracts, though. Gotta eat after you fuck." The fox grinned and leaned back in the plush, overstuffed loveseat, relaxing into the embrace of a vixen packing several feet of dick in addition to breasts that swallowed all of Connor's fuzzy red head into the deep cleavage save for the puffy black lower lip. “By the way, feel free to take one of 'em home. They're paid up through next week."

“Uh… thank you," the squirrel said, unsure how to react to such a blatant offer. The front of his pants began to swell.

“By the way, there's some empty office space downstairs if you want some cheap rent," Connor said, both paws massaging the massive vixenboobs into either side of his face. “Can't guarantee the noise levels won't be too high, but you know how it is."

“Yes, well… your signature?" The squirrel reached down, fondling the new beach ball-sized bulge in his pants.

The fox leaned forward, dragging himself free of the vixen's enormous, silky-furred tits. Connor's huge flaccid cock flopped forward, slapping wetly down on top of the coffee table to the side of the paper and pen the lawyer laid out. A few pulses and the squirrel's briefcase drowned in this globs of pungent foxseed. Connor leaned forward, pushing his knees into his own sac as he scrawled his name across the deed.

“Very good, sir. Congratulations!" The squirrel smiled, and then his pants burst open, his own cock flopping free and spraying a second messy gush of cum.

“And I know just how to celebrate. Hey, K!"

The moaning stallion released his double-clutch grip on the titanic, muscular black buck sprawled beneath him, and Connor watched with amusement as his friend wriggled passionately for a few more moments around his massively oversized flare.

“What's up? Urp." The slender, slutty horse let out a burp and a trickle of thick cum rolled past his lips, smearing the bright purple lipstick.

“Bet you can't take two!"

“You slut, you're on!"

* * *

A large purple robe trimmed in white fuzz draped around Connor's shoulders. He threw one arm loosely over the steering wheel of his expensive sports car, looking out the window over his sunglasses at the three hardbodied males expectantly crowding his window. Beyond them, the shining beach and glittering ocean provided a nice frame to the setting pink sun.

“How you doin', sexy?" one of the three beachstuds said. He was a fat-lipped otter in a bikini bottom and not much else, and he shoved his belly forward. The hair over his eyes made him look like a stereotypical surfer to an almost comical degree. “You're lookin' real huge tonight, brah. Wanna feel my six-pack?"

The other two muscular males got in on the action as well, and Connor grinned as he teased his fingers through their furry hides - otter, eagle, and lion, each bigger and hornier than the last. The fox's shaft draped over his right shoulder, pointing over the back of the seat towards the rear window. The massive arousal was soft, but far fatter than Connor's thighs put together - in fact, nearly as big around as his waist. The strap of the seat belt squeezed in against it, holding it in place. A sleeveless tank draped over the playboy fox's chest and flat, toned belly, as he teased his fingers down around the cougar's bulge, drawing an interested growl from the show-off.

Connor grunted as he felt something hot and heavy slide across his thighs and the base of his cock. It turned out to be K, unable to resist getting in on the action himself and not willing to settle for staying in the passenger seat while Connor got to handle all the goods. The two femboys squirmed and groaned and giggled as a trio of fat, throbbing yard-long cocks appeared before them, which the two well-hung males eagerly licked and sucked. Connor's maleness throbbed, fattening and pulsing as the weight of K's horse-hips forced it down between the front bucket seats. The sports car rocked side to side as the three males leaned forward, hips squirming together against the open window.

“Fuck, these whores are good," the eagle grunted.

“You know it, I told you, only the best for cocks like ours," the otter growled. “Maybe we oughta make these sluts pay us for the privilege. Heh…"

“Shit, the big-dicked one is tryin' ta throat me," the lion said, his voice strained as his fingers pressed into the hood of the car. His long, smooth tail stiffened cartoonishly straight out behind him, the fluffed tuft on the end bristling with excitement.

The otter was the first to pop. Reaching inside the window, he grabbed K by the ears and hauled the horse's muzzle down, planting his thickness to the back of the stallion's throat before erupting deep inside. The eagle was next, painting Connor's furry muzzle white with avian jizz. The lion followed quickly after, but his poor aim ended up spraying down most of the interior and stinking it up with the three male's combined, potent musk. Even when Connor and K both pulled back, the males simply grabbed their shafts and kept jerking, unloading their seed in firehose-sized bursts that splattered the windows and filled the cab. The suspension creaked and groaned with the force of their blasts, their shafts slowly bulging larger and larger a few inches at a time until the males were spent - and nearly twice as endowed as before. The three massive schlongs pumped and squeezed through the window, tightly packed to fit through, each unloading a wrist-thick deluge of pungent, virile seed every few seconds as the car's suspension lowered even further.

Covered in seed, K giggled and slipped off Connor's lap as the three studs disentangled themselves.

“Fuck, I could use another one of them," the lion grunted as he packed his half-hard cock down into his small swim trunks. More then three-quarters of his dripping, drizzling length stuck out the right leg hole, while his immense sac draped lewdly out the other.

A paw appeared from within the cum-soaked vehicle. Thick white seed dripped from around the doors as the soaking wet paw extended a wad of twenty dollar bills. A glob of sticky cum dripped from the corner of the bundle of bills as the black-socked paw wiggled it side to side enticingly.

“Holy fuck, he thought I was serious!" the otter said, snatching the money. “Gotta be a couple grand in here!"

The eagle leaned down, huge cock draping over his massive sac. His beak curled into a grin at the corners as he examined the carnage he'd wrought on the inside of the cab with his friends. The stallion was laying slumped against the passenger door, both hands on his bloated belly. He had a glazed, happy expression on his face. His cock floated on the slowly draining seed filling the car up to the door handles. Next to him, the massively hung fox's cocky grin stayed just as confident as he reached up and tickled a claw under the muscular, massive eagle's beak.

“Oooh, I just can't resist cute studs like you. You boys buy yourselves some nice clothes with that, then come down and visit my club tonight. I'll make sure you get the VIP treatment. Tell the doorman you're there to see the two sluttiest cocksuckers in the city - he'll know who you mean."

The three studs grinned and high-fived each other as they slung their cocks and surfboards around, heading for the water. Connor perked his ears as he heard phrases like “can't wait to tap that fat ass" and “hot fuckable sluts are gonna love riding my dick, bro" as their massive lengths swung side to side across their legs and sacs. They didn't seem to mind having several additional feet of dick weighing their muscular, toned bodies down as they splashed through the water.

Connor turned his view away from the open window and towards the cum-drenched windshield. He turned on the wipers, but although their squelching, sluggish motions sounded quite humorous they didn't help with the mess on the interior.

“Dang. Car's ruined," the fox said, grinning as his massive arousal dumped several gallons of cream into the rear-mounted engine compartment. “Well, I'll just have them deliver us a new one."

The black credit card flashed in the fox's fingers as he tapped away at the phone screen. K interrupted him, pulling on his elbow.

“Oh. My. Gawd."

As Connor sent the order for the upgraded deluxe model of the fabulously expensive car, he looked up and followed K's fingertip towards a group of people further down the beach. The fox's lips spread in a wicked smile as he popped the door of the car open and dragged his immense maleness free. It hung down nearly to his ankles, stretching over and around his immense sac, and expelled a fat blast of seed every few seconds.

K joined him, the overhung ponyslut dressed up with a lace cocksleeve on his fully flared arousal. They walked together, grinning and bumping hips, as they approached the unique group on the boardwalk. Cum sloughed from their fur with every step.

“Bachelorette party?" the fox asked, as a tall giraffe in a white veil and her various bridesmaids turned around, getting a look for the first time of the twinky fox and stallion. “Anyone in need of a little entertainment? I own… uh… let's see…"

The fox grinned and looked around with exaggerated motions, causing his huge cock to swing and splatter the knees and paws of the squealing, giggling bridesmaids, half of whom were already sporting thick arousals between their thighs.

“... well, believe it or not, I own everything you can see around here! So drinks are on me! Let's have some fun, you sluts! It's your lucky day! You're gonna have a night you'll always remember!" He began to grow hard, his penis swelling even larger and longer than before, and the crowd of excited partiers threw up an orgasmic cheer of approval.

* * *

A few weeks later…

“I'm gonna close my tab, K, we're gonna bounce soon as I'm done with this hot piece of tail. Did you check your coat?"

Connor grinned as he sawed his hips forward, smooshing another foot or so of his oversized shaft into the already distended, swollen body of the coyote impaled on the massive tip. Her fur, make-up and lipstick were smeared, belly bloated, both tits flat to the floor as she was rapidly inflated so large her paws couldn't reach the floor. Connor hauled her legs backwards, moaning as his overgrown nuts pumped obscene amounts of rich and potent seed into his plaything of the moment. The coyote's own cock pumped, the tip buried between her tits so that a waterfall of her own spooge rolled and spurted from her cleavage, painting the underside of her jaw. That mess was nothing compared to when the fox pulled out, stroking his own monstrous pride and painting her with several more torrential waves of jism to finish coating her both inside and out.

The busy nightclub floor was full of barely-clad bodies, but only the owner of the club could be so brazen as to hire and fuck one of the many bimbos drinking and laughing and dancing right on the spot. Not that anyone could say no to the foxboy's massive cock, though few could tell when he was gonna be the rider or the ridee at any given moment. K was easier to read - the pony's fat, couch-sized hips slapped down around a beefy bullcock. The leather-bound male nodded at Connor and turned away, his massive shaft stretching the horse's belly lewdly in the front. With K's wrists attached with cuffs to the bull's chest harness, he could do little but bounce and groan as the massive thickness split his rump in half.

Connor watched the bull's backside move through the crowd towards the coat check room as he dragged his cock free of his latest cumdump. The coyote quivered on the floor, belly deflating gradually as she whimpered and moaned. Her breasts and buttocks were permanently enlarged and rolled over each other as she wriggled on the floor on her side. That'd help her earn a few extra dollars from her clients.

The fox gazed around to admire the undulating partygoers and dancers, approvingly stopping to fondle or say hello to some of the pimps and hookers and dealers and other regulars in his red light district to see how much they were profiting. He was the boss, after all, and it paid to make sure everyone knew who was in charge. Connor grinned as he approached the bar, a small band of groupies, sluts, and twinks following close behind, hoping they could be next to suffer the fox's attention. Reaching for his wallet, the massively hung femboy frowned when he realized his favorite card wasn't there anymore. The fox shrugged, tail wiggling above his fat rump, as he picked from any number of the other half-dozen credit cards in the wallet. Billionaire playboys didn't really bother with the specifics of which cards were supposed to be where, anyways. He paid people for that.

After getting his card back, Connor felt a huge tail sweep around his hips. He grinned and looked upwards as a titanic pair of breasts loomed over top of him. The dark purple fur coating the cougar's fit, muscular body molded to her shoulders and belly, showing off the tone and power in her towering figure. Tower she might, being all of twelve feet in size. Below her immense breasts, which weren't covered so much as supported by a half-corset cup-bra, and past the rippling, powerful stomach full of wonderful little twitchy abdominals to play with, the cougar's hips widened to support a maleness so large that Connor could use the balls as a recliner - and often did. A loose wrap in a bright pink and white and purple geometric print draped off to the side of the cougar's sheath and sac. The sheath was nearly as thick around as her own waist, and hung from her belly outwards, the opening showing the dark black flesh of her magnificent maleness inside. The large, round balls clenched upwards as she pushed her hips against the small male's shoulders, cum audibly sloshing inside of them.

Connor grinned and his ears perked as he felt her sheath give a warm, unsubtle throb against the back of his head. Gently looping an arm around it like he would an old friend, his shaft fired off another blast of seed, and he smiled when fragrant feline spunk oozed from her sheath in return.

“You ready to leave, baby doll?" he asked.

“Mhhh, yeah. This party sucks."

“Don't say that! The money's really flowing tonight… and if you spend it on someone, they get to pass it on later too. Everybody wins, and the profits just keep growing…" Connor frowned and flicked his ears. “Well, whatever. Where you wanna go, princess?"

The massive cougar's sheath squeezed tighter against the billionaire fox's shoulders as the enormous, muscular feline rested her breasts around his shoulders.

“You know where I wanna go, daddy… I wanna fuck your tight ass again. Six times since lunch just isn't enough for me!"

“Insatiable. But that's why I pay you so good, princess."

Connor laughed as he walked out of the club, arm-in-finger with his massively oversized escort for the night before turning down a dirty back alley, his rump swelling and growing thicker yet again…

* * *

Outside the club, which sat on the edge of the red light district, Patricia clutched her science textbook closer to her chest and looked up at the dark night sky. The wind was cold and it felt like there was going to be rain soon. Besides the textbook and her backpack, the college student didn't have a single possession to her name or even a place to stay after her roommates kicked her out. Apparently boyfriends are more important than regular friends, Patricia thought with some bitterness.

Noises from a nearby alleyway drew her attention. She took a few steps forward, peering into the darkness, then covered her mouth with both hands to stop the gasp as she watched the scene of rump-based carnage unfolding against the wall of the night club. An enormous cougar easily over twelve feet tall with arms and thighs that appeared to be made of solid iron railed a slender fox with a cock several feet taller than himself. The cougar's huge, deep-furred, heavily muscled figure dominated the smaller male as their moans and shrieks of arousal threatened to set off car alarms. Patricia stared, eyes huge, taking in every little detail of the enormous length jutting lewdly from the small fox's belly, his enormous rump spreading and flattening under the tall cougar's assault, his throat opening as a wave of thick cum poured over his lips and down his swollen belly, until the feline thrust so hard the dumpster next to them tipped over. The sudden sound startled Patricia, but it wasn't enough to phase either lover to even break their rhythm. Patricia jumped and took a few steps back, then turned and speedwalked away from the spunk-drenched alleyway, flush and feeling strangely hot in her belly. He could still see the fox's blissed out eyes, the cougar's clenched jaw. That enormous, muscular beast… Patricia shuddered and clenched her thighs together as she wondered what it would be like to be so huge. Of course, she'd seen the red light districts before, but that sight was intense.

At the same time, it just made her feel all the more like a fish out of water. This wasn't the kind of place she could spend the night. Reality set in once more for the penniless human. Kicking at the pavement with her shoes, Patricia wondered what she'd do next. Her paycheck wasn't for another week and a half, and that bitch former friend of hers already took her rent money for this month and wasn't giving a refund. To top it off, her stomach was tying itself in knots, and the rich aromas of the food coming from the late night diner just down the street from the club was sending her stomach into overdrive.

Patricia wanted to cry, her cheeks burning hot. But through blurry tears, the human saw something black and rectangular on the ground, with a bit of white text in neat, italicized letters in the corner. It was a credit card with no name, just the word “Connor" in the upper left corner in neat, angular letters, and below, condensed to fit in the same width as the name, “Savings & Loans."

Patricia stared at the card for a long minute, then slid it into the front pocket of her jeans. She'd use it to buy groceries and rent a hotel room. That was all. And she'd pay back whoever it belonged to when she could. She was no thief…

The end