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The New Hire (Patreon Commission for Rioku)
🕑 Added 2021-05-31 13:12:32 +0000 UTCTAGS: Size Difference, Hyper, Cumflation
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When he was informed that the establishment catered almost exclusively to a particular kind of clientele, Kelby wasn’t expecting them all to be extremely hung horses with a penchant for grabbing parts of him that left his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. Granted, he was told upfront that the job would be very physical in nature, and that he should expect the guests and customers both to get very handsy, but somehow the corgi had managed to convince himself that he’d be seeing some variety, and that surely the fact that, on coming to the interview, the whole place being filled with the same people was certainly just a one-off thing. Sure enough though, when he showed up for the first night working as a waiter in what had been deemed the most “up and coming club” in town (about the fifth or so place to be given that accolade in the past couple months alone), what he saw left him feeling… conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t exactly relish the idea of having to go through an entire shift dealing with potential drunkards and other such individuals who understood more of fine drinks than they did of personal spaces; on the other, they were all, to a man, extremely large equines with packages big enough that even the most flaccid among them still stretched out their pants far enough that Kelby could clearly see the outline of their cock, with the biggest of the bunch being so far down the scale that their tips were nearing their ankles, something that would’ve looked comical if not for the fact that it played right into the corgi’s personal fantasies. It was hard for him not to constantly wonder what it would feel like to be stretched out around one of those shafts, to have them force their way down his throat or up his tailhole, leaving behind naught but a broken mind and a constant, unending stream of whining moans as he begged for more, battered and broken upon the floor. ‘Twas a complicated state of affairs, especially since he wasn’t technically permitted to reply in kind to any advances, or even so much as provide a touch of his own; Kelby had been hired as a waiter, not a personal attendant, and his job was therefore to be touched, but not to touch himself, an interest flip on how those things had a tendency to operate in other, more refined establishments. Nevertheless, the canine went into the changing room convinced that he was going to go through the night without any major concerns, even if it meant he had to bite his own tongue whenever the desire to scream back an obscenity followed by a demand for rutting got too high; he was entirely incorrect in that assumption, of course, but he couldn’t possibly be blamed for not knowing it, especially when, at least at first, things went perfectly… well, normally, wasn’t exactly a word that could be used to describe a club like that, but as close to that as possible. The music was loud, the atmosphere vibrant and intense, the smell of expensive cigarette smoke and alcohol mixed together with the slightest twinge of a few somethings of more dubious legality; no questions would be asked, especially not of the richer patrons without which the establishment wouldn’t exist at all. Kelby was shocked to see faces he recognized from the local newspapers, mostly high-ranking appointees from the mayor’s office, and even one of the state governor’s cabinet members; the corgi knew better than to try and serve them though, especially since they weren’t surrounded by a small army of lustful twenty-somethings kept around for pleasure and decoration. No, there were a lot of backroom negotiations taking place in those safe havens, where none would dare to eavesdrop for fear of waking up in a ditch in the morning… or not waking up at all. Besides, there was a whole club for him to play boytoy to, one filled with eager patrons who all wanted a look and a squeeze of the “fresh meat” walking around in an incredibly, some might say scandalously revealing outfit. It was only after this went for a couple of hours that Kelby began to realize that things might not necessarily stop at ogling or the occasional groping; he was being asked to sit still on someone’s lap for longer periods of time, made to wait in front of whole groups as they very clearly stroked themselves, even ordered to bend over and show off that “cute lil’ butt” of his, a wording that belied the frankly absurd lecherousness that always came packaged with it. By the time the corgi had come to realize what was going on, he was already being pressed against the chest of a horse that was about one and a half times his size, kept from moving by way of two immensely strong hands holding his sides and pulling him closer and closer still into a warm embrace; he felt as if he was sinking into the man’s chest, swallowed up by the heat coming off of it, which wasn’t at all helped by the frankly absurd amount of cock that the horse was blessed with. It wasn’t technically on full display, but given how it stretched their pants out and was very clearly spurting with precum, it might as well be; and with Kelby’s current patron telling him to give it a good rubdown, it was only a matter of time before things went down the drain. Or up to the heavens above, depending on one’s perspective.
Definitely the latter when it came to the corgi himself, doubly so once he noticed what was happening to the customers’s nuts right underneath him; the dog had gotten used to the idea that the bar’s patrons were just going to be utterly massive by default, but he had never dared to think that they might be blessed with the correct genes to be capable of such high levels of growth. One moment, the horse’s package was merely gigantic, rock-solid and clearly oversized even for their body, and in the next, Kelby was feeling two very large, very spherical forms begin to push up into him from beneath, along with the sounds of churning liquids and what was, by all means, cloth being ripped open. A heartbeat began sounding, louder and louder with each thump, and within an instant the corgi realized that what he was hearing was actually the very same cock he’d been servicing just moments prior; it was throbbing and pulsating visibly, enough to leave gashes and tears in the equine’s pants, and each time it “settled”, it was left slightly bigger than before… just like the two nuts below it. No sooner had the canine made this observation than he was suddenly bent over the table closest to him, all wind knocked out of his sails as he was effortlessly placed at the mercy of several large, burly horses that were all eagerly taking their pants off and getting up to see who would go first. For Kelby, who hadn’t even had the time to react to being moved in such a fashion, nor to process the uncomfortable realization that he couldn’t actually move thanks to his arms being restrained behind him, this should have come as a terrifying sight… but instead, he was left with a wide, broken smile on his lips, as the part of him that so eagerly fantasized over this exact scenario finally took center stage. He was about to be in the middle of a gangbang by a bunch of well-endowed males too big to fit inside him; he literally could not ask for anything better.
Nor would he be capable of, not when the entire group he had just been servicing decided to descend upon him with the sort of enthusiasm that only large quantities of alcohol and several hours’ worth of idle chatter could provide. They were clumsy, brutish even, to the point where Kelby even dared to turn around and try to remind them that they were supposed to be putting their cocks in him instead of on him, at least until he had a meaty one slap him across the face to shut up him; where before he would’ve taken offense, maybe even stormed off, this one thing was enough to send him over the moon, eyes rolling upwards into his skull as the corgi breathed in the warm, musky scent of that colossal, girthy shaft… one that, after smashing into the side of his head, didn’t go too far away. All he had to do was open his mouth and let the rest sort itself out, and within moments his lips would be getting stretched out so hard that he felt tears rolling down his eyes thanks to the strain, doubly so once he felt that horse’s flared tip smack against the back of his throat and then keep going; whoever was doing this to him was taking his sweet time bottoming out, slowly pushing their full length into the canine’s warm, inviting throat at about the same time as someone else was doing much the same with his tailhole. Speared on both ends, filled to capacity and beyond, and the only thing he could think to do was moan and beg for more… so he did. No point pretending that he didn’t want it when he so desperately did, doubly so given that there were a lot of hunky guys around him who would certainly want their own turn at it, so why not make it clear that he was theirs to play around with? It certainly seemed to work in the short-term, given that the two cocks shoved into his body, stretching it out so much that he was openly crying reflexively at that point, began to pound into him in earnest, pistoning mercilessly with such strength that Kelby could feel the front of his body rubbing against the entirety of the table that he was laid on; he was quite thankful that it was made out of smooth, polished glass, because the last thing he wanted was splinters all over his chest. From there, things began to take a turn for the hazy, as the corgi’s brain lacked the capacity to process everything it was being fed and maintain a functioning timeline of events at the same time; seeing as Kelby himself had surrendered to the more pleasurable side of things, there was thus no real reason for his sentient self to be kept online when mere consciousness was enough. No point keeping the unnecessary processes afloat when the only thing needed were the pleasure centers and serotonin receptors, both of which were about to receive a pounding almost as strong as the rest of the dog’s body; one that, judging from the way the horses around Kelby were all growing in the process of getting some relief, was only going to get worse over time. Mayhaps the corgi should’ve read the fine print, or considered asking some of the people who also worked there for what sort of customers they were expected to have, as at least then he would’ve pretended to try and avoid this very situation for a few minutes longer before eventually sitting on someone’s growth-happy lap; as it stood though, he was very much at the mercy of a small handful of individuals who, for each thrust, for each time they slammed into the much-smaller cockholster they were playing with, only got bigger. Rather than obeying any kind of sensible logic, their bodies instead filled up whenever a load of precum spurted into Kelby’s insides (or out of, given the strength with which it was pumped into him), leaving every equine with a pair of breeder’s balls that became heavier, wider and reached closer to the ground with every second they spent trying to dump their full load into that tight corgi boytoy that had so happily thrown himself at them. With this, of course, came extra size to their cocks as well, though never as much as the two cumtanks underneath; after all, they still had to fit in order to deliver their final payload.
That said, there was no limit to just how many of them could do such a thing, especially not when there was a whole club full of people who were more than eager to finally be able to test the new hire’s stretchiness; word had been spread by the more experienced waiters (and the owner, for good measure) that there was a new face in the roster, and the predictable end result of this, the entire clientele turning their heads towards the commotion near one of the larger tables, very quickly gave way to the frankly terrifying sight of a few dozen incredibly burly horses all getting up at the same time and unbuckling their belts. In all fairness to them, the process itself was incredibly organized, if only because Kelby had but two holes which they could fill; if they wanted to feel what it was like to turn that corgi into a cum blimp, they were just going to have to wait their turn, which as far as any of them cared, was a perfectly acceptable trade-off. None of the establishment’s staff even tried to stop this from happening; hell, if not for the fact that they were under strict orders not to interfere, some of them might’ve joined the queue as well, wanting to see what it would feel like to be with the big boys for once. As for the corgi himself, there was mercifully very little of him left in there at all, with most of his “needless” conscious processes relegated to backburner in the back of their head, leaving only the ability to feel, only feel, and moan just loudly enough that it could be heard over the muffling of countless successive cocks being shoved down his throat. Each one came with its own meal: gallons upon gallons of thick, steaming-hot cum being poured into him as if he were being filled by two hoses on opposite ends, leaving him both full, stuffed, and obscenely bloated beyond all reasonable measure. It would be disingenuous to claim that what he felt was even a fraction of the full experience; if anything, most of what his brain should be processing went straight into an ever-increasing backlog, ensuring that he would be wracked by pleasure for who knew how many hours past the last load dumped into him. Thankfully, there would be plenty of time for him to go through the process, seeing as how he hadn’t even cleared a tenth of his suitors and he had already broken through the glass table… and was somehow further up than he used to be, courtesy of a cum-stuffed gut that only grew larger with each high-speed impact of a cock ramming into his face or ass.
It was going to be a long night.
