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Ballers: Work It Off (Outline)
🕑 Added 2022-06-22 21:16:40 +0000 UTC- Another swipe of the credit card. “Hmmm, sorry. Declined again.”
- Memphis the Reindeer hands the credit card back to the couple, the woman looking more flustered and sad and the guy looking more and more frustrated
- “Come on, you meathead!” The guy snapped at the podium working employee, “Just take the American Express.”
- “I’m really sorry, but we do not accept that or checks.” The guy was starting to make Memphis a little anxious and nervous.
- Same with his girlfriend. The guy looks at her and huffs, saying this is her fault for wanting to come to some dumb himbo idiot filled restaurant.
- “S-sorry… I just thought it would be fun to spice it up a little… we did go to Hooters that one time when you wanted to, so I thought-”
- The guy snaps at her and rubs his face, but trying to calm down and relax. Saying he’s sorry and he’ll just make it up to her later
- Memphis is frowning. He’s been there before looking at the girlfriend and was thankful it was long over for him
- Either way, he rather not leave the guy talking and butts in. “So, in this situation, we do have a few options. You could leave your wallet, cellphone, or some kind of collateral and go home or to a bank to get some money.”
- “I’m not leaving anything you people.” The guy bluntly huffs
- Memphis ignored him. “Or, we can do this the old fashion way. Both of you work it off for a little bit and we call it square. Between the two of you, you’ll both be done in no time.”
- “I’m not washing dishes.” The guy is quiet and calm as he says that, but grows more irritated. “I’m not doing anything of that garbage.”
- “Well, it wouldn’t have to be dishes. It could-”
- “No! I’m not dealing with this! I’m dealing with this situation any longer.” The guy turns to the girl, who has been nervously quiet. “You can handle this, right?”
- “What?” “I’ll be back later to pick you up.” “B-b-but…” “Thanks sweetie. I’ll get you some nice flowers as a thank you for this.” He kisses her on the head and leaves abruptly.
- The woman is left standing there, confused and nervous. Memphis snorts and mutters, “Pfffft, charmer.”
- He looks at the lady and asks her if she’s alright and the two talk a little bit (their relationship, comfortableness, and her name: Fluer)
- Eventually, Memphis suggests that maybe he can just foot the bill himself. He rather not make her deal with it and he could afford to take a hit.
- However, the lady shakes her head and insists she can do it. She got into this mess and will attempt to get out of it.
- Memphis nods. “Well, if you’re okay then. Let’s get you ready.”
- He starts to lead her towards the back, away from the door that has kitchen which she comments on
- He says it’s to the locker rooms. Gotta switch into uniform. She questions if she can fit into one given… everyone’s bulk.
- One size fits all. It’ll be fine~.
- At the locker room door, next to the stairs that lead up, Memphis knocks on it and asks if anyone is in.
- A large wolf comes in, dressed in street clothes saying he was the only one in there and asks why. Not like any of the guys care about being shy~
- Fluer blushes and Memphis explains the situation to the wolf.
- “Gotcha!” The wolf looks at her and gives her a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, miss. You’ll do just fine. Just some basic stuff and you’ll be out the door in no time.”
- He adds with a chuckle, “Or maybe you’ll wanna stick around a bit longer~!” Memphis chuckles and nudges him, the wolf heading off.
- Memphis leads her in and the place is still as musky and thick as usual. It’s slightly embarrassing to bring someone back here whose not a regular employee
- Still, issue will be over soon enough, Fluer looks a bit put off by the manly musk in the air
- He leads her over to the uniform locker and pulls out (hopefully) a clean pair of orange shorts and the employee top, this one reading “Ballers Temp” instead of just the company name
- “Here you are! Feel free to get changed, put your clothes and belongings into a spare locker, and I’ll get you to your station.”
- Fleur looks at the uniform, a bit embarrassed, and then at Memphis. There’s some quietness and staring between each other
- After a few moments, Memphis smacked his head. “Oh! Sorry!’ He forgot to leave. He’s so used to changing with all of these himbos and everyone being so open that not everyone is like that.”
- Memphis reaches the door and looks back. “I’ll be just outside. When you’re done and ready, call for me or come on out.”
- With that, he steps outside and takes a breath. He thinks, ‘hopefully, things start feeling a lot better for her now.’
- SCENE SWAP
- Fleur finishes putting her clothes away, leaving only her bra and panties on. She’ll slip on the sandals after she puts on the shorts. The tile flooring is so cold
- She sighs, embarrassed to be in this situation. Chad is such a nice guy normally… normally. She was being stupid by coming to this place. It was her fault for her situation and no one else’s.
- She sighed. The reindeer was so nice trying to comfort me but it’s no use. My fault is my fault
- She took the orange shorts on the bench and slipped them on.
- Despite the waist and leg holes being so big and wide… when put on and around her hips, they fit quite comfortably and snug. One size fit all indeed.
- She blushes as a vision of the employees large, imposing bulges in their tight form fitting shorts appear in her head. Guess the shorts do have to be form fitting.
- She shakes her head, brushing her bushy brown hair behind her head. She was being crude… hard not to be in this place.
- She can’t help but chuckle, the voice a little deep in it. Heh, hard.
- She focuses on the shirt and slips it on over. It’s a bit baggier, especially in the holes for her arms to go through, but the sleeveless top worked fine.
- She looked down at herself. She felt embarrassed some more. Wearing this uniform didn’t feel right. Even though she had to, she felt it wasn’t made for her.
- Especially in the chest area. Her average size chest definitely filled it out and stretched it, but… it wasn’t made to house and cover her breasts.
- It was made for their chiseled muscles and large, wide pecs~
- She envisions Memphis again with how the shirt fits around him. His pecs are so big and bulgy, his shirt just highlighting them so well
- She felt sadder… and oddly annoyed. This shirt isn’t made for me. It’s for big, burly guys with big, bulgy pecs.
- Her cheeks warm and her hands unconsciously move to her chest, groping her breasts. Not for these… for firm pectorals.
- Groping them more as a soft pant left her… god, I wish these were pecs.
- And at that moment, a huge, excited rush ran through her. She shivered intensely and knocked her out of her moment.
- Her face was beet red. Oh no! She was making a fool out of herself. Thank god that Memphis wasn’t looking at her.
- She rubbed her face a bit and tried to calm down. It was best to talk to him before any more strange thoughts came to mind.
- However, when she tried to move to grab her sandals and leave… her shorts felt awfully snug and tight… tight on something sensitive.
- Fleur looked down and nearly stumbled back.
- Her shorts were tenting quite a bit! Quarter of a foot in length, something was tenting at the top… and two orbs things were bulging out at the bottom
- Fleur’s heart raced. What.. what was happening?!
- She must be imagining things and reaches down, tapping the tip.
- She quivers intensely. Nope. Very real.
- Above her rear, her tail bone extended out into a shortish nub, human skin to blue scales. An inch in length before it stops.
- An oddly invigorating. The thought causes her head to throb all over. Three small bumps appear at the very top back of her head, hair falling out at the tips. At those tips were blue scales too
- Along the back of her cheeks, in front of her ears, skin and bones slightly stretched into three points, those tips gaining blue scales too
- Shakes her head again and tries to focus. This… this wasn’t normal and she knew that. Start with that.
- She had a feeling what it was, thoughts on the employees bulges popping back in. Their big… big bulges showing off their manly junk.
- The tip of her pants throbs slightly, fingers and toes clenching. Fingernails and toenails grow longer, whiter, and pointer.
- Her toenails especially grow out, even when she tries to stop having dirty thoughts. Toenails look more like claws.
- Just… just I may have junk is all. Big junk. Big, striking… stop it! (Tail nub grows longer as skin around it turns blue. Yellow triangles to the sides behind her eyes
- Still, having cock and balls wasn’t something she really wanted or hoped to have. She just had to check at this point
- She carefully reached down and stretched out her orange shorts for a better look. Fabric rubbed against her supposed rod and caused her to shiver.
- She let go and it snapped back, bulge growing a bit longer. Teeth sharpened a tad.
- Some more growth on her face, extending out from beneath her lower jawbone and pulling into two small spikes. The scales are white
- Fleur panted and panted, brushing her forehead. Her brow feels bulgier and more pronounced, but that doesn’t matter.
- She had to check and can’t get caught off guard again.
- She moved down and pulled open the shorts again.
- More fabric rubbing, more shivers. However, she clenched tightly and didn’t let go.
- Arms tensed up, growing a bit thicker, along with the hands.
- Toes and feet clenched as well, toes going to three digits with even longer, beastly claws. Toes start turning blue, followed by the feet, which also enlarged
- Fleur pulled more and more back revealing what she thought was the case.
- She did have a cock, one almost half a foot in length. She also had balls, which looked bigger than they looked covered up
- Also… the cock was bright white and with a pointed tip. The balls were the same and also leathery.
- Either way, Fleur froze up seeing her new equipment. No vagina in sight. Just large balls and cock.
- So big and large. Her blue irises turn red. So impressive. She wondered if they stacked up to Memphis’ junk.
- Fleur woke up from that and tried to calm herself, unaware of the white scales spreading from her crotch to her tummy.
- She can’t think like that. She’s not some lewd freak.
- Besides, he’s probably naturally more gifted and girthy then she was. Shoulders broaden. He was a large, burly reindeer after all. Hair shortens or falls out in the back as the bumps enlarge. He was naturally larger than her.
- ‘Though, maybe if we put our junk together~ Cock against cock, balls against balls. Maybe so close they’re touching each other to compare~’
- Her waist widens and she grows ever so taller, feet enlarging as they finish turning blue
- Fleur huffed. No. Gotta stop that… no matter… no matter how good it is.
- She hated to admit that, but it was growing true. Growing as well with that admittance was her tail, now a full foot and still moving.
- Gotta talk to Memphis and figure out- She lets go the orange shorts and they snap back into place.
- Pupils dilate and she moans, soft at first but grows gruffer and heavier the longer it goes
- Body rapidly expands until she’s nearly seven foot tall. She’s a bit wider, firmer, fitter. Blue and white scale patches appear all over her body now
- Fluer pants and pants and gruffly speaks. “Ooooooo, man, that was… was... My voice.”
- She’s shocked by it, feeling her throat. Her throat is larger and adam’s apple a bit more pronounced. Also, her skin is scaly now
- At that moment, it dawns on her how scaly she is. Holy crap… she slides her hands up and over her head, the rest of her hair falling out as the bumps in the back grow longer and larger
- She gasps, seeing the strands in her mitts… which are larger and down to four digits each with small claws
- “My hands… my arms!” Those are bigger too with clear muscle definition.
- Fleur feels up her right arm… it’s impressively thick and dense. Not as Memphis’ but there’s definitely a lot of power.
- She flashes back to Memphis briefly introducing himself as her and her boyfriend’s serve, flexing and winking.
- She twitches and does the same pose, even adding, “I’m Fluer. Your thick and ready server today~.”
- Ooooooh, that felt good to do. Both flexing and acting/saying that. Her balls swell and cock growing
- Her arm bulges and thickens up. Hey, it now fits the arm hole better.
- God, her bicep was so impressive… but her line delivery could use some work
- She flexes the other arm and gives a more confident, self-assured delivery.
- That felt even better! Thicker arm and longer jaw spikes on the side.
- She smiled, upper scale and skin hardening to a more scaly, reptile fell as a point popped out the upper part of her mouth/former lips on both sides
- “Heh, I could totally be a server, especially with these boys~” She flexes again, both arms. They both turn fully blue and scaly
- She shook her head again and huffed. No. should figure out what the deal is. Should talk with Memphis about what’s happening. That stud should know something.
- He moves to grab his sandals and realizes how small they are compared to his now reptilian feet. That ain’t gonna work
- Still, he could hardly feel the cold tile or even tile at all. Her feet were pretty durable and built to be barefoot now
- He takes the sandals and walks over to the locker to put them away for now. He certainly felt a lot less worried about things to more time went on. Should be a concern, but… the body was pretty good
- Though it was a bit difficult, finding his junk rubbing against his legs. Legs grow thicker and bulkier.
- He shifts with walking and stance, moving with more of a heavy giat and stride, balls and cock having more room.
- Still sensitive and intense (is this what Memphis’ deals with) that by the time he reaches the locker, his cock is another inch longer and balls heavier.
- Her butt is also firmer and thicker, not as womanly shapely as before
- He opens the locker and tosses in the sandals. He then pauses and reaches into his shorts and grabs his underwear
- With a strong yank, he pulled off the tight underwear. He felt a lot better and more free now, the material quite nice on his junk as it molded around it
- He’s about to close the locker door when he spots a mirror on the inside of the door. Must have missed it given she was much shorter than before and it was at massive beast height
- And man, what a sight. Her face was so foreign and more reptilian than before. She stroked her chin, white scales covering it and most of her mouth, nose, and cheeks
- Handsome… but could be more handsome. Her nose shrank in and left two reptilian silts for nostrils
- Better. Was it better? She should be worried, but really? Was it a problem?
- Still could be better. Ears shrink and disappear into the head, side spikes growing longer
- She grins. Much better, brow thickening and angling itself to give her gaze a harsh, fierce stare
- She closes the door and turns to head for the door, but something feels wrong now. Very wrong.
- Fleur looked down and found the problem. She still had breasts. These annoying weights on her chest.
- They didn’t go with herself at all. How could she work with them? She needed meat, prime, dense meat.
- She groped and felt them up. Still sensitive… but not the right kind of pleasing feeling.
- Need pecs… need pecs. She… he needed pecs.
- He reached under his shirt and pulled off his bra, tossing it into the garbage. He didn’t need it
- His chest grew wider then, breasts starting to flatten
- Fleur grinned and massaged away, twitching and quivering. Her orange shorts grow damper and muskier
- Abs form on his torso as he does his work, the middle bump in back of head growing.
- The breasts fade further and further, growing less softer and more thick and meaty
- Eventually, they aren’t breasts, but budding pecs… and they feel more sensitive and fun to tease
- White scales cover the front and blue on the back as his pecs expand.
- He snorts and grunts, loving this feeling. Bulges on his back and above his nose
- God, having pecs was wonderful. He wondered if Memphis loved his own.
- Then he starts to imagine Memphis rubbing his pecs against own, his tail growing to full length now as he soaks in the thought
- A free hand goes down and pulls his shorts down, his balls apple size and cock 3/4s of a full foot now
- He grips his rod and starts pumping it. He remembered seeing his boyfriend mastrubating once to some random girl on the internet in private. Maybe it was an ex?
- He just does what he did but faster and more powerful. Having a cock was just as much fun!
- He finishes with his pecs, marking on them and his stomach, and he uses both hands to jerk off, rod growing thicker
- He snorts and snarls, licking his chops. Forget measuring his rod against Memphis’, he felt he had that reindeer beat now
- Face is pushing out and horns are all growing out on his head
- One horn goes, followed by the next and next. Silver horn above his snout as his muzzle grows longer
- He loved this. He loved this so much.
- -Scene Cut-
- Memphis glances at a clock nearby. Been a bit… probably should check on Fleur.
- He listens in and hears grunting. He has an idea of what’s happening.
- He looks in and sees the large, almost finished ExVeemon pumping his cock
- God, he’s fucking hot. Memphis’ feels his rod stretching and growing.
- Fleur was turning out nicely. What a hunky beast… that may need a little help~
- Memphis stepped in and greeted him. “How are things going Fleur?”
- The Digmon huffed. “Fucking… fucking great! I was gonna ask… but…”
- “Too horny” “Fuck me! Get fucking over here right now!” “Of course~”
- Happy to see Fleur is doing well, Memphis gets over his concerns for her and walks over to the beast, bending down and gripping his large balls
- ExVeemon moans and pants happily. Memphis leans in and starts sucking him off
- Cock is huge, but Memphis has plenty of experience with helping break in new temps who needed that final push
- In fact, it doesn’t take much longer until ExVeemon bellows and cums harder
- Muzzle grows out and wings sprout. Thank god the shirt was built for such a case and opened up before they tore open
- Last facial marking and whites turning to black in his eyes
- Memphis sucks and sucks and sucks, draining the hearty beast down before gasping for air
- ExVeemon bends forward, panting hard and brushing his forehead. “Ooooo, man. That fucking rocked!”
- “Yep! Now you’re ready to be a part of the Ballers workforce and pay off that debt.”
- “Good. Put me in front of those patrons and let me show off dese muscles~.” He flexes and laughs
- “Oh? I wasn’t thinking working the kitchen a bit. Since you’re not a furry beast, you’d better there.” “Umph, fine, but I’ll be out front at some point turning on the customers, right?”
- “Of course~” Memphis pulls ExVeemon’s shorts up to cover his large equipment.
- -Scene Cut-
- Much later, Memphis is putting the menus away in his podium at the entrance when a familiar, jerky face appears
- The boyfriend is back. “Alright. I felt a bit back and came back with some money to pay for the bill.”
- Memphis’ eyebrow arcs. “Oh? An hour later?”
- “Look, I’m here to pay the bill and bring Fleur home. She doesn’t need to be here in this dump any longer.”
- “Well, I’m glad to accept the money and pay off the bill.” Memphis takes the money and deposits it in the register. “However, I don’t think your girlfriend will want to leave.”
- “Bullshit she wants to stay. Bring her out here right this instant.”
- “If you insist, good sir.” Memphis smirked.
- “No thanks. You don’t need to fetch me.” ExVeemon Fleur shows up. “Was just on my way to say the dishes were done and if I could get on the floor yet.”
- The boyfriend takes one look at his former “girl”friend and asks him to bring her to him.
- The ExVeemon snorts. “I’m here, you puny twig.”
- “What?” “While you dumped me like some trash, I paid off the bill myself-”
- Memphis grins. “Not anymore. He’s covered it. So everything you made before and now is yours to keep.”
- “Good~. Anywho, I don’t need your pity help anymore. I’m staying and spending time with my new fuck buddies.”
- “B-but wha… what the… what the fuck is going on? You’re not her! What you done with-”
- ExVeemon sighs and whispers something into his ear. He gasps. “Fleur!? That really is you?!”
- “Please, I’m not Fleur anymore.” He flexes and thrusts his crotch out. “My name is Falcor and, sir, you are disturbing the other guests here. I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
- “What?! You can’t make me-”
- “Yes, he can… or rather, he will.” A large WereGarurumon appeared and took the boyfriend by the shoulder and led him away.
- The new Digimon guy growled, “You leave my boyfriend alone and stay out. You’re no longer welcome at our establishment.”
- “Wait?! When did that-” The guy is shoved out and the door is slammed, WereGarurumon leaning against it against the guy tries to enter.
- “Thanks Fenrir~” Falcor chuckles, walking up and giving him a big, tongue to tongue kiss, hands gripping and massaging him.
- “Hey, if you two want to fuck, go do it in the private room. Gotta keep the regular restaurant part at least R and not NC-17 here.” Memphis chuckles.
- “We will~” The two chuckle.
- “And when you’re done, we’ll see about getting you up front Falcor.” The large reptile Digimon grins and heads out, Fenrir following a minute or so later.
- Memphis chuckled. He felt great about himself. He helped someone get out a bad relationship, into a better one, find what they really wanted out of their life, and get them into a better, thicker body.
- The reindeer nodded. Today was a good day at Ballers…. And man, did he need to jack off about now after all that.
