Bobby looked at Mister Big for several moments before reaching over and starting to rub his precum-soaked feet.

This caused a moan to escape the shrew’s lips. “Mmm...”

“I’ll make you feel real good, sir,” Bobby commented as he began to massage the feet.

“I don’t doubt you will, child, but if I’m going to finish... it will take a lot more than that,” the shrew remarked before letting out a moan.

“I know, sir. I’m just helping you to feel good like I said.” Bobby continued rubbing his feet for several minutes until he started to feel throbbing beneath his paws. He also felt his paw being drenched in pre.

“Bobby... Stop,” Mister Big told him amidst a moan.

Out of respect, Bobby did just that. “Have I done something wrong, sir?”

“No... But I want something else...” He looked to Koslov and nodded.

“What did you... MMF!” Bobby felt Koslov push his face toward one of Mister Big’s feet right then. It took Bobby little more than a moment to realize what the shrew meant, and immediately licked the sole of his foot. “Want me inside, sir?”

“That I do, child.” He gave the polar bear another nod, and Koslov started to push Bobby forward into the shrew’s foot.

Very quickly, Bobby found his head being pushed inside. He gave the foot another lick as he felt his head being pushed forward, inch by inch. By this point, Bobby no longer felt the need to question it, as he’d already been pushed inside far stranger places. He started to feel the area around his head getting cooler as the polar bear pushed his head in.

The shrew moaned as he felt the cub enter him. “Aah... Oh, my child...that feels... aah...”

“Good? I don’t doubt it, sir,” Bobby said as he felt his shoulders pulled inside the shrew’s foot. Not sure where he was but not caring at this point, Bobby brushed his head against Mister Big’s insides, which only served to force another moan out, on top of Bobby being met with a rather large splash of pre which coated his entire face.

“Mmmm...You certainly... mmmf... know how to make... aaah... a shrew feel good.” Mister Big said amidst his moaning, also gesturing Koslov to continue.

The polar bear gave an obedient nod and gave Bobby’s body another shove.

Bobby grunted softly from within the confines of the shrew. He started to squirm a bit more and brushed against Mister Big several more times, each time causing a louder moan, and causing him to get hit with another splash of precum. “I’ll tell you this, sir... I actually...” he stopped only to brush against the shrew again. “REALLY like feet.”

“That... aah... is becoming more and more... mmf... obvious by the second, child.” Mister Big was finding it quite hard not to squirm from the pleasure he was getting from the young cub being pushed inside him. He was also becoming quite hard.

This fact did not go unnoticed by Koslov, who watched as the shrew’s cock cause a tent in his pants. He attempted to avert his eyes, only to have Mister Big speak up again.

“What’s... Mmmf... the matter? I’d think you’d be... used to seeing me this way by now,” the shrew remarked.

Koslov gulped quietly, shifting on his own feet. He stopped pushing Bobby only just long enough to carefully pull Mister Big’s pants and underwear down just enough so that the shrew’s sheath, sac, and now-erect cock were visible. He then went back to pushing Bobby, giving him another shove.

This caused yet another moan as Bobby’s chest was taken in. Muster Big, unable to stand it anymore, brought his paw to his cock and started to stroke his already-oozing member. “Aaah... Child, I don’t... think I’ll last long... at this rate.”

“Should I stop moving, sir,” Bobby asked.

“Don’t... Mmmff.... Don’t you dare,” the shrew moaned out, trying to keep his senses, even as his foot began to take in the cub’s fat gut.

“As you wish, sir.” Bobby brushed against him again, this time several long, slow motions, drawing out the pleasure as he did.

“My child... I... don’t think... aahhh,” the shrew moaned again, now pumping his cock faster

“Do it, sir... Cum.... Something’s telling me you need this...” He brushed against the shrew’s insides again.

“AAH!” Mister Big twitched and spasmed several times as his cock shot of a load that managed to hit Koslov’s nose.

Koslov reached up, wiping the cum off his muzzle with his paw, then licking his paw clean before he gave Bobby another shove.

Bobby murred softly as he felt yet another rush of precum hit him from inside Mister Big’s foot. Judging by the amount that had hit him this time, Bobby could tell it wasn’t going to be too much longer before he was covered in cum yet again. “C’mon big bear, give me a good shove this time...”

“You... mmmff... heard the lad,” Mister Big remarked, giving Koslov the go-ahead.

Koslov did just that. With a single forceful shove, both Mister Big and Bobby moaned out, causing Mister Big’s foot to take in almost all of Bobby’s belly, and causing Bobby’s entire upper body to become completely covered in cum, which not only coated him but seeped out around him into the open air.

“I take it you enjoyed that, sir,” Bobby asked.

Panting, the shrew replied. “I did... my child... but...”

“But I’m not all the way inside, which is what you want, right, sir?”

“I do...”

“Then let’s continue, shall we?” Bobby squirmed a bit, his body gliding along Mister Big’s insides much more now, owing to the slickness of the cum that now coated him.

“Aaa.... yes... Let’s,” is all the shrew could get out, due to moaning out as he felt Koslov push Bobby in deeper.

“Mister Big... Sir... I have to ask... Is Koslov...”

“He is... Why do you ask?”

“Perhaps once you’re done with me...” Bobby squirmed again. “I can help you with him...”

Mister Big groaned out as his foot took in Bobby’s midsection. “Mmmrr... Perhaps, my child... we shall see...” He looked at Koslov, who had a visible tent in his pants, something which Koslov seemed to be trying to avoid drawing attention to.

“I have a good idea... to help him get going too...” Bobby commented as his legs started to slip inside.

“I’ll... aaah... be interested in hearing it... He doesn’t allow himself pleasure... mmmrr.... often enough...” Mister Big began stroking himself again at that point, as his cock had begun oozing again.

“Speaking of pleasure, sir...” Bobby brushed against the shrew again, squirming around even more. “Seems like you haven’t had enough.”

“You’d be... aaah.... right about that,” he told Bobby as he continued to pump his cock.

“Gonna cum for me again, sir?” Bobby grunted as he felt Koslov push him in, up to his knees. He didn’t have time to even tell Koslov he could pull himself in the rest of the way before he felt his body shake.

Mister Big cried out as another load erupted from his cock. “AAAAHHH!” He let go of his throbbing member as the ropes of cum sprayed his belly.

Once Bobby felt the shaking stop, and he felt Koslov let go of him, Bobby pulled himself inside the rest of the way. Covered nearly from head to toe, Bobby couldn’t stand the throbbing coming from his now-erect cock, and started stroking himself like mad. He was nearly ready to shoot before he stopped himself, remembering he was inside of the shrew and not wanting to do something without permission first.

“Why did... you stop, child? Surely, you can’t have... finished yet...” Mister Big said, amidst gasping for breath.

“No sir, but I didn’t know if I had permission to make a mess and...”

“Don’t make me... order you to finish,” Mister Big said, a tone of threat in his voice.

Bobby didn’t speak another word. He set to work pumping on his cock once more. The vibrations causing more precum to ooze around him, as well as from his cock. “Mmmfff...”

Koslov, seeing his boss squirming in pleasure now, did the first thing that came to mind. Reaching and taking his boss’ other footpaw in hand, he started massaging the bottom of the other foot, which was met with it being coated in a large amount of precum.

“That feels... so good... My child... I’m... gonna...AAAH!” Mister Big felt both his footpaws throb as cum oozed from them.

Bobby shook. “Me... too... AAAH!” Bobby lost it then, cumming hard from within the shrew’s foot, even as he felt himself being rapidly pushed out by the massive amount of cum that was produced around him. Within seconds, he found himself lying on the bed, covered head to toe in cum.

“Are you... alright,” the shrew squeaked out.

“Yeah, I... I think so... sir,” Bobby forced himself to say, still panting. “Didn’t think... I was gonna finish... before you... forced me out...”

“Neither... did I,” the rodent admitted.

In his half-dazed state, Bobby could only just barely see that Koslov’s arms were covered in the cum that coated Misted Big’s other foot. “How... are you... doing over there... big bear?”

Koslov’s only response was to shake the cum off his paws and brush his arms clean, though Bobby did take notice of the fact the bear was tenting his pants quite visibly.

After taking several moments to regain his composure, Mister Big looked to Bobby. “You said you had an idea to help Koslov, didn’t you, child?”

“I did, sir... But... Umm...” Bobby rubbed his neck, nervously.

“But what,” he shrew asked.

Bobby scrambled to get himself up beside him and whispered into his ear. “It might be a bit more fun for me to do if... well...”

“Say no more, child... I think I know what you wish...” Mister Big looked to Koslov, gesturing him close, before whispering in his ear.

Koslov, hearing what he was told, now had a stunned expression on his face, but it was clear he knew better than to question things. The polar bear turned his attention to Bobby, completely straight-faced.

Mister Big then simply gave Bobby a nod.

Bobby looked to Koslov for a moment before scooting close to him and undoing the belt on the polar bear’s pants. He then unbuttoned and unzipped them, which caused the bear’s pants to drop to his ankles.

Koslov remained still, even as Bobby pulled down his pants, revealing his sheath and the fully-erect bear cock that had emerged from it.

At that moment, Mister Big scooted toward the edge of the bed, so that his foot was now resting there, easily within reach of the bear.

Bobby, at that point, gestured for Koslov to come forward, up to the point  that the bear’s erect cock was just inches from his boss’ footpaw. “What are you waiting for,” Bobby asked the bear.

Koslov didn’t move any farther, though. He stood there, fully erect, but it was clear he was not too keen on following the porcupine’s orders any further than that.

Mister Big did nothing to make Bobby stop persisting and just waited.

Bobby, sensing that things wouldn’t go farther unless he did something, climbed out of the bed and walked over to Koslov, looking at him. He gestured for Koslov to bend down so he could say something, and, to his surprise, though Koslov remained where he stood, the bear did lean down.

“Look... I know he’s your boss, but I also know you like feet probably about as much as I do... Maybe even more, I don’t know... But I KNOW you want to hump his feet. I can tell that just based on how much your erection is twitching. Do you honestly think your boss would be letting me tell you to do it if he weren’t okay with it?”

Koslov stood there, not moving, for several moments before standing upright once more. He gave Mister Big another look, only returning his attention to Bobby once more after seeing the shrew nod.

“Go on, Big Bear... His feet are quite nice... See for yourself...”

Koslov did step forward then, causing his cock to not only press against the foot but also slip inside it, making both him and Mister Big moan as it did.

“There, you see? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Bobby remarked. “Let yourself enjoy it, big bear... Trust me, your boss wants you to.”

Another silent nod from Mister Big seemed to be all the motivation Koslov needed. Right then and there, he started humping against the foot, feeling a tightness around his cock as he did, which only made him moan out more.

“Mmm....” Mister Big looked at Bobby. He gave Bobby another nod as he groaned from his footpaw being fucked.

Bobby went around behind Koslov, causing the bear to stop humping for a moment, to look at him. Bobby didn’t say a word, but, instead, leaned in and licked along Koslov’s tailhole.

This made Koslov moan out loudly, and he almost immediately began humping Mister Big’s foot again, even as he felt precum soaking his cock.

Bobby grinned, seeing this, and gave the bear’s hole another lick. “Mmm... Like that, do you, big bear?”

Still not uttering a word, Koslov reached behind him, putting his paw to the back of Bobby’s head, holding it there as he resumed fucking his boss’ footpaw.

“Mmmff... Yeah, you DO like it...” Bobby commented before licking again.

“Do it,” the shrew told the polar bear. “Cum for me... I don’t want you to stop until you have done so... That’s an order.”

Koslov gave an obedient grunt as he continued to hump, picking up the pace as Bobby continued licking his hole.

“Yeah... That’s it, big bear...” Bobby licked the bear’s hole again. “Give it to him... Give your boss your load...” He gave another longer lick.

Not even seconds later, Koslov found himself unable to contain the roar he let out, as his cock throbbed, shooting his seed right then and there. He then let go of Bobby’s head.

It was only once Bobby was sure Koslov was drained that he backed off.

Koslov pulled back then, staggering a bit from the orgasm, but using the bed to regain his balance.

“Feel better,” Bobby asked him.

Koslov looked at Mister Big, then looked at Bobby before shaking his head.

“No? Why not,” Bobby asked.

Koslov leaned down then and, for the first time, actually spoke to Bobby. “Koslov want go inside... Like cub did.” The bear’s voice was rough, but there was a gentleness to it as well.

“So what’s stopping you,” Bobby whispered back.

“Boss too small. Boss need be bigger,” the bear told him.

“Ohhh... Gotcha... Hang on.” Bobby then climbed back onto the bed and whispered what Koslov had told him.

The shrew nodded, and Bobby climbed off the bed again as Mister Big relaxed. When he did, his body began to grow until he was about as tall as Koslov. He also scooted back a bit on the bed to give Koslov room to climb on and better position himself.

Bobby looked at the bear. “Better, big bear?”

Koslov grunted in acknowledgment as he climbed onto the edge of the bed. He wasted no time, brushing his head against the foot of his boss’ now-larger body.

“If I may, sir, I think I will take my leave so that you and he can have your fun in private. But, before I do...” He walked up to Mister Big, leaned in, and licked the bottom of the shrew’s other foot, making him moan.

Mister Big shivered then, both from Bobby’s licking and from Koslov pushing his head inside his other foot. “Thank you... Bobby. If you wish to do so, seek out my florist, Emmitt Otterton. I think you’ll find his paws to be just as nice as you found mine.”

“I’ll do that, sir. Mahalo, and have fun.” Bobby walked over to the door, opened it, stepped out, closed it again, and headed for the main lobby area. Looking around, he saw Gideon and Travis cuddling, as well as Chief Bogo and Clawhauser at the bar, talking to Larry and Gary. He looked around a bit more before spotting an otter at one of the tables. Not seeing any other otters around, he walked over. “Aloha... Emmitt Otterton?”

The otter turned to look at Bobby. “Hmm?”

Bobby smiled. “May I?” He indicated the chair beside the otter.

“Certainly. Please do,” Emmitt replied.

Bobby sat down then, looking at the otter. “Mister Big thought it would be a good idea for me to introduce myself. My name’s Bobby Thornbody.”

“It’s a pleasure,” the otter said as he finished off his glass of soda, setting it aside.

Bobby smiled. “So...how are you today, Mister Otterton?”

“I’m doing well, thank you,” Emmitt said with a smile. “And you can just call me Emmitt.”

Bobby nodded. “Okay, Emmitt... So, what have you been doing to keep yourself busy while you’ve been here?”

Emmitt chuckled softly. “Very likely the same thing you have, Bobby,” he remarked, drying the moisture from the glass off his paws.

As he did, Bobby’s eyes went right to the otter’s paws.

This didn’t go unnoticed, though. As soon as Emmitt saw this, he chuckled again. “Like what you see?”

Bobby looked up from the otter’s paws then. “Oh! Uhh... Yeah... Yeah, I do.”

Emmitt nodded and held his paw out toward Bobby.

Bobby took Emmitt’s paw in his own, rubbing it softly. “It’s really soft...”

“I take good care of my paws,” the otter told him.

“I can tell,” Bobby replied as he kept rubbing.

Emmitt gave a very quiet murr as Bobby did this. “Bobby?”

Bobby stopped immediately and let go of the otter. “Sorry...”

“What for? I was just gonna say if you wanted to continue, perhaps we could find a place a tad more comfortable.”

Bobby nodded. “Do you have a room?”

“I do, but I was just thinking one of the couches. That is unless you’d PREFER to do it privately,” Emmitt commented.

“Nah, it’s fine. I just wasn’t sure if you did or not,” Bobby said as he stood.

Emmitt stood as well. He then walked over to one of the unoccupied couches, patting the spot beside him. “Join me, won’t you?”

“Sure.” Bobby sat down beside him.

Emmitt smiled then. “If you’d like, you can continue.”

Bobby nodded and took one of Emmitt’s paws again. When he did, he noticed the fur was wet and laughed a little. “Enjoying that, are you?”

“I am... It feels nice. Feels almost as good as when my wife does it,” the otter told him.

Bobby raised a brow and stopped rubbing again. “You’re married? I... uhh... I mean... I don’t want to cause an issue with your marriage, Emmitt. Maybe I should stop.”

“It’s alright, Bobby. My wife and I have always loved doing things like this with others. We’re in an open relationship these days for that exact reason. And both of our children are aware of it too.”

“Are you sure I won’t get you in trouble,” Bobby questioned.

“I’m positive,” Emmitt said with a reassuring smile. “Continue... Please...”

Bobby nodded and started rubbing the paw again with a smile on his face as well. “Alright... Just relax and enjoy it then.”

“Believe me,” Emmitt told him. “I am.”

