[center][b]Working As A Urinal At Wheeler Ltd[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



[i]UC-03/Ms Stevens, Begin bootup sequence. Shift begins in 05 minutes.[/i]

The electronic voice buzzed in her mind, awakening her from the doze of her sleep cycle. She yawned and blinked awake. 

More precisely, she began self-diagnostics, starting with eyes and mouth. Which would have looked much the same from the outside, followed by a languorous stretch as synthetic muscle and mechanical servos found themselves within tolerances. 

Everything in order, Holly stepped briskly forward out of her rest cubicle, charging line popping neatly from the port in her upper back. It swung to rest against the cubicle wall, leaking only a drop of nutrient solution from the valve adjacent it’s electrical contacts while it retracted back into its slot. The cyborg didn’t look back as she trotted on her way to her daily assignments on all fours.

Holly hadn’t been a quadruped before this job. But she had long since adapted (and been adapted, per contract). Now she moved comfortably and efficiently in the chassis her brain had been installed in. Silicone pawpads pressed daintily against the tile flooring in neat sequence with nary a loss of traction, propelling her slim canine frame at a deceptive clip down the hall. 

The first of the day’s itinerary stream fed into her mind as she was reaching the service elevator. Without missing a beat she slipped into the door that opened for her and closed behind her, already keying her first stop into the lift’s wireless terminal. Small accelerometers in her carbon fiber ‘ribcage’ registered the upward trip. A welcome corroboration of the elevator’s indicators, after the glitch in that system three and a half months previous.

Unlike that incident Holly, aka UC-03, reached the third level without incident or delay. She followed her internal map the short distance through the corridors and cubicles to her first stop. Which was employee #D352. Rudi.

Ever the self-aware type, the jackal swiveled around in his office chair, already unzipping his pants. “Morning.”

“Good morning, Rudi.” Holly slipped in between the jackal’s legs. Neatly and precisely her nose dove in between the folds of cloth. Her aim was only slightly off as his sheath was a half-centimeter left of where she calculated. She made the minor correction, putting the tip of her muzzle to its peak and applied just the slightest pressure to push the fuzzy foreskin aside and seal her lips over his cockhead. 

Just as her oral machinery moved into place around him he let go. A stream of hot fluid flowed into her mouth, a shaky liquid hesitance consolidating into an unbroken stream as the jackal emptied his bladder into her. She drank it down, artificial throat drawing it down into herself too smoothly to qualify as a gulp. Tasting it with the complex sensors at the back of her jaw, bitter and salty as it would have been to a natural taste even as circuitry teased out other details.

Rudi watched the cyborg, his brain-in-a-bot coworker, as he emptied himself into her mouth. He let his eyes trace over her body. Like a doberman in build. Smooth metal and plastic protected joints and portions of limb and face, lined the back of her spine, inset here and there with small access panels. Everywhere else a glossy polymer blend slid over artificial muscles as a skin, protecting delicate internals and an illusion of organic life. 

She idly looked back out of the perfect symmetry of machine irises until he ran dry. Her thin canine lips- and the smart-polymer membranes that had stretched down to seal at the sides and block his stream from slopping out of her muzzle- pulled away from his drained cock. Her black silicone tongue delicately flicked up the one droplet that had been left behind in the same motion.

“You’re dehydrated.” Holly said chidingly, rerunning her ‘taste’ again to verify as she said it. Two out of two for high osmolarity, extra salty, all the chemical signatures of irked but undamaged kidneys.

He zipped himself back up, swinging himself back to the desk terminal his schematics beckoned from. “Yeah, yeah, you know you love it.”

Holly didn’t deny that, turning around to leave. “Please try to drink more water in the future, employee dee three five two. And thanks for the drink, Rudi.”

“See ya, Holly.”

And she was off to her next stop. Strictly speaking, as [i]technically[/i] a company health officer, she could have escalated that past a verbal warning (Rudi’s third this month). But since that policy was really only meant to let the [i]real[/i] med-heads ream the workaholics for coming in with the plague or whatever, she exercised her discretion as company urinal and left it at that.

Besides… Rudi was deliciously salty.

Holly continued on her rounds, directed by the wireless feed to coworkers in need of an empty bladder. The system was based partly on predictive algorithms… and, in the case of those employees with networked cyber-kidneys or -genitals, direct information on fullness or outright computer scheduling. It saved time on going to the bathroom when the bathroom came to you, and according to management it was good for employee morale. Better still, supposedly, to have a real mind do the deed than a drone.

So Holly had gotten the job and let herself be altered to the specifications of her duties. She knew she wasn’t the only one with specialized body replacement at Wheeler Ltd, but by the nature of her job she rarely bumped into them. They didn’t need her services.

The next several employees passed unremarkably enough. The fifteenth was a new hire though.

“What!?”

“It was in your contract.” Holly explained patiently, sitting on her haunches in Damian’s cubicle. That’s what his listing said, anyway, under #D377. “To facilitate smooth workflow, employees will use company facilities during paid working hours. I’m part of the facilities. There’s a subsection explaining all that, if HR didn’t go over it in person.”

The civet sputtered, blushing hotly under his fur. Holly sighed, an ambiguous sound that she didn’t bother to put through her speakers. About every six months, the same thing. It was exasperating. But also kind of fun; fun to watch the newbies come to terms with the idea of using her. “Please just unbutton your pants, so I can help you can relieve yourself.”

“I- But I- but you’re-“

More incoherent spluttering. Interrupted by a casual holler from two cubicles over: “Hey, new guy! Hurry it up over there, I’m gonna need to [i]go[/i] soon.”

Damian’s fur stood on end, the young man looking mortified at the muffled laughter from others in the cubicles around them. Holly tried to think if there was anything she could do to speed this along, decided there wasn’t, and just continued to sit patiently in front of the poor civet while her tail flopped her own merriment rhythmically against the flooring.

To his credit Damian performed the mental contortionism relatively fast. Only eighty-two seconds of tormented tormented self-consciousness by Holly’s clock. He looked absolutely adorable doing it too.

“…This still doesn’t… weird…” He muttered under his breath. Anxiety made his fumbling at his slack’s fastenings clumsy, but he finally managed to reveal a tight pair of white briefs. “Oh god, sorry, I-”

“Most of the guys go commando here for easier access.” Holly noted dryly. “Get those out of the way.”

“I [i]can’t![/i]” Damian hissed, apropos the tent in his underwear. “Oh god I’m so sorry-“

It was a pity she couldn’t afford to take her time with him, just now. Holly could have had a lot of fun watching him flail his way through his discomfort and been a little gentler with his introduction to this aspect of Wheeler corp life in the process. Alas, if only this had been a slow day. But her task feed was getting longer as she waited.

So she reared back up and used the fine limits of her computerized sense of balance to hook her forepaws under his waistband, pulling the elastic up and over the hard-on he was freaking out about.

Damian was right enough that his erection might be a bit of a hindrance to draining his bladder, though. Experience told her most guys had trouble emptying the tank through a hard nozzle, so that would have to be dealt with.

She closed her mouth over the pink spike, taking his cock in her mouth much deeper than she had for Rudi earlier, and started to work it over. Holly did her best to cut off his surprised yelp by patting at his thigh with a paw. A clumsy gesture, but she wasn’t going to stop her blowjob.

“Shhhhhh…” Holly said to him in her best soothing tones. The speaker set under her jawline made this no interruption at all. Her tongue ran over his front, slathering him up while she applied a steady suction to his thin shaft while she talked. “It’s fine. This is normal.”

“Uh- uh-“ He gasped breathlessly, overwhelmed by the erotic ambush. “It’s okay?”

“Yes. Just fixing this so we can get on with things.” She confirmed. “It’s not [i]explicitly[/i] in my job description, buuuuut…”

“Oh.”

And it looked from his face like she might have broken his brain a bit; that was a hell of a confused, abashed, horny stare drilling into her. Not that that would be any hindrance. She worked his dick a little harder, milking it against the ribbed roof of her mouth and kneading it with her textured mechanical gullet. 

Damian didn’t last too long, stiffening with a startled squeak as he shot down her throat. She couldn’t tell much from the taste of that emission compared to a good piss, it not being the focus of her analytic circuitry, but it was nice enough.

“Good. Now just relax and go.”

“It’s really okay for me to…” The civet gulped, glancing out his cubicle door. Since he didn’t freak out all over again, she could only assume their coworkers had controlled the urge to look in and tease for once.

Holly noted her queue was levelling off. Maybe she had time for a [i]little[/i] tease… She looked the embarrassed desk-jockey dead in the eyes and wagged her tail. “For you to what?”

“To… to urinate in your mouth.”

Oh god, he was just precious. “Please do.”

The man scrunched his eyes closed, mustering his concentration, and not long after he started to trickle. 

“You can back off the vitamin supplements, you know.” Holly said conversationally. “Tastes like they’re going right through you-“

“Can you p-please not?” Damian begged apprehensively. “I’m just- this an adjustment-“

She couldn’t resist making him squirm a little more. “Just sayin’, those pills are expensive and your kidneys are obviously dumping most of them as surplus to requirements. I’m getting a lot of magnesium, tons of B vitamins-”

“Please?”

Holly chuckled. Someone else chuckled from behind her. Someone [i]else[/i] chuckled just to the left of them. Damian made a hilariously distressed noise as he saw… whoever it was… peeking in back there, and startlement forced about the last third of his bladder out in record time. Holly took pity on him.

“Be a shame if a manager came by to ask why nobody’s working.” She said idly to the nobodies in particular. Whoever was back there scuffled quickly along the floor back to whatever they had been doing before. The civet, still about half hard in Holly’s mouth, untensed marginally to slip into the momentary relief of being unobserved.

“Don’t mind the guys.” Holly nuzzled at the softening member, and backed away with a look over him one last time. “They’ve all done the same.”

“Yeah… I’ll, uh, I’ll try.” 

She paused at the entrance of Damian’s cubicle, calling back. “Oh, and Damian?”

“Huh…?” He whimpered, befuddled, before his eyes went wide at the sight of Holly shaking her rear at him. Plump synthetic vulva and all.

“Just after lunch is a slow time for me. Chug a few coffees before noon sometime and we’ll empty you into my other end.”

She bounced off down the hall, followed by Damian’s choking noises and the congratulatory catcalls of his officemates. Holly liked him. He’d fit in just fine.

Another elevator ride. Another couple dozen guys. No women- Rocco and Lily handled them. She’d have to ask them sometime about how their equipment was set up compared to hers. Surely different plumbing needed, well, different plumbing. 

A few more guys, some not even stopping work while she emptied them from under their desk. Nothing too interesting, except for that one otter who failed Holly’s taste test, and was going to get called to HR any second now for The Talk about doing drugs on company time. The sap might not even connect the dots back to her refined cybernetic palate. Some people were dumb like that.

“Hey, Holly! Thank god, I was about to burst.”

“Bert, long time no see!” Holly greeted the orca. Her walk across his office was slower than she had begun the day, weighed down by enough mixed piss and cum to make her midsection bulge visibly and wobble as she moved. This morning she’d had the frame of a slim pinscher, and now she seemed… not obese, more like pregnant. A firm water balloon hanging under her ribcage, limbs still slim. Bert had plenty of time to undo his pants.

He made a show of it for her, first exposing his slit from the fabric and then slithering out his prehensile pink taper out like a snake from a charmer’s basket.

“Show off.” She swallowed the length down, sensing the way he writhed and poked around her throat with it. “What’s new for my favorite fish?”

“Hah.” Bert sighed, allowing himself to go limp in his chair in bliss while the firehose he called a cock let loose into her. No dehydration here, that was for sure. “Well, sales promised another customer the moon on a stick and wants us to make it happen, marketing wants more features in less space, and compliance is screaming about glucose charger tolerances again.”

“Business as usual, then. You should quit this management stuff and come work with me.”

“Drink piss all day instead of this interdepartmental crap? Tempting.” Bert chuckled. His stream continued pouring into Holly’s innards unabated, no longer a smooth flow but a repeated mechanical swallow now that her internal valves had to work against what they already held. It gave Holly a thrill just thinking about it. “If Chadric fucks up his billing just one more time, I might even do it. Hey, you heard the big update for Black Daggers Online was dropping Thursday?”

“Oh shit. Really?” Holly didn’t really leave the company offices even when she could have, preferring to get out virtually instead. Her charging station had a perfectly good datajack for that sort of thing. One of the benefits of going full cyber: no keyboard, no screen, no problem.

“Hell yeah, really! You down to raid that afternoon?”

“Does a bear piss in my mouth? I’ll be there.” The big orca’s stream finally trickled to a stop. Bert’s bladder capacity was truly impressive, to a degree that Holly was uniquely equipped to appreciate. “Yikes, you really did need that.”

“Damn straight. I think the algorithm hates me.” Bert leaned forward, taking a hold of her synthetic canine rear. He prodded away with his index finger under her tail at the blank space where an anus would be if she were a natural dog. “You know, I still can’t believe they didn’t give you a backdoor. You’re almost a sex bot already anyway.”

“Hey, I’m [i]classier[/i] than any sex bot, and don’t you forget it.” Holly tossed back. “Besides, I need the extra space.”

“I can see that.” The orca allowed. He patted at the side of her rounded belly, sending a wobble through it. His cock, still in Holly’s mouth, tickled at where her tonsils would be as he walked a finger down to her pussy. “You got time to let me add a little more, or are you busy?”

She was just about to declare her backlog short enough to let the next guy on the list wait through a quickie, when a new entry muscled its way to the top of her feed, blinking orange in her mental HUD. “Sorry, Bert. Just got a priority call.”

“Ah well. Rain check.” His cock slithered out of her mouth and back into his vent, and he released his hold on her backside with a parting smack. “See you Thursday, piss-dog. Bring your DOT loadout.”

“Sure thing, fish.”

Holly followed the priority alert back to the elevator, and- Oh. Oh wow. Now that she was actually paying attention, this was a first. A call from the top floor! She’d never been up there before. 

Lily had mentioned something about being called up there once, not in great detail. But enough to give Holly a glimmering of what she was walking into when she stepped off the lift onto the polished wood floors of the executive offices. There weren’t enough rooms up here to make it a complicated route through the stylishly understated décor.

The alert didn’t give an employee number. She could only assume the office she walked into belonged to a C-something-O, and the horse’s body language backed that assumption up.

“You must be urinal canine three.”

“Holly, sir.”

The horse waved the correction off. “Holly, yes, apologies. I won’t keep you long. It’s just that the executive restroom is out of order.”

Something about how he said that -either his tone or the way his eyes lingered on her turgid midsection- made her doubt his truthfulness.  The horsecock slapped up against the bottom of his glass desk might be a hint as well.

“Say no more, sir. I’m on it!” Holly marched across the shiny floor, the bladder that filled out her entire artificial abdomen sloshing against her legs as she went, to take up position under the executive desk. She gave the hard horsecock a tender lick along its underside, which mashed the eighteen-inch length against the transparent surface above. 

Mr. Anonymous Executive- Possibly Mr. Wheeler himself, Holly thought, and she would have to see if she could find out on the net later- pressed down on the base of his shaft to bring it down. The club of meat impacted slightly right between her pointed ears. He smirked down at her through his transparent desk while positioned herself back a bit, an expression more gratifying than otherwise for her.

She booped her nose to the tip of the erection, coming away with a smear of pre before opening her jaw wide. And a little wider. And carefully took the blunt head of it into her narrow muzzle. 

Now that she was actually here, Holly began to wonder if she could actually handle this thing. Pretty damn huge even for an anthro horse. Maybe he had had work done? 

No, the whole length definitely wouldn’t fit. Not unless she were starting from empty- which she obviously wasn’t- and had a few of her internals rearranged in advance! Which isn’t to say she didn’t mean to try.

Holly extended her retractable cheek seals, which first snapped taught against the front of the stallion’s thick cock. By dint of twisting her head this way and then the other she managed to catch both over the sides of his testosterone tube, levering the last fraction of the strained membrane over it. Careful to avoid letting it pop out she tongued a stream of lube onto it around its circumference. She expended the whole of her stores of lube-drool before pushing her way forward.

“Hhhhmmg, that’s good.” Praised the stallion, a touch over-dramatically in Holly’s estimation. “Keep it up.”

“Of course, sir. Have to empty you all the way.” So she did, shuffling forward on her haunches as she engulfed it centimeter by centimeter. She [i]had[/i] to take it slow. Because it was hot as hell, sure, but mostly because it was such a tight fit that if she rushed it she feared the stallion cock might bounce out of her mouth and be impossible to get back in once it was slickened.

Also, Holly was really starting to appreciate the fun of being able to keep eye contact through the glass of the desk. Mr. Wheeler (?) had nice hazel eyes.

Getting him past her jaw was a real struggle. His head bashed against the adjustable sphincter that guarded the entrance of her throat from backwash, pressing hard against that gate. He was considerate enough to hold onto the lower portion of his shaft with a hand to give her better stability while she pushed her whole body forward. It finally sank in with a pop of released force. Holly wasn’t sure if the error message she got an instant later was just from the opening being held wider than it ought by the girth of the shaft, or if it had actually broken to allow that battering ram through.

And either way it didn’t matter. He was into her throat proper, and that gave her more room to work with. Easier now she moved forward, taking it in as far as she could go before hitting the first hard valve inside and watching the lustful expression on her prey/boss’s-boss’s-boss’s-boss deepen. The man had real class, letting her go at her own pace- or better sense than to mess with a good thing.

Calculating the balance of the situation she rocked back slightly onto her haunches. Holly’s bulging stomach actually came to rest against the ground, pushing her thighs outward by the displacement of the mixed fluids within. A slight startled sound escaped her speaker as she made the urgent little correction to her stance.

The stallion above her gave a wide grin, eyes lustfully tracing the bulge of her rounded midsection. He jerked his hips slightly, office chair rolling forward with the impish thrust into her throat. 

Holly got the message. She moved forward into the next thrust, letting her strained storage receptacle take enough of her weight to turn it into a repeated rocking motion. Sensors detected the increase in pressure, fed it into her brain as the sensation of bladder-fullness spiking with a pulsing repetition. It made her squirm and turned her on. Every hump a reminder of how full she was with other people’s urine and spunk.

Their rhythm rapidly became rougher until he grabbed one of her (let it be said, mostly decorative) ears in each hand and began to viciously fuck her face. The office filled with the wet slippery sound of her mouth against the veiny surface of his cock, mixed with the squeaks of the office chair wheels he was abusing for his half of the motion and the distinctly different squeaks of her stomach’s polymer skin grinding against the polished hardwood flooring. 

It all came to a halt with his whinny of triumphant release- Holly hoped this office was soundproofed, but then again who would chew this stallion out for it if it wasn’t?- and emptied his balls into her.

He sagged back into his chair, releasing his grip on her ears to the let them fall onto his armrests while he regarded her. “Half done.”

“I hope less than half.” Holly winked up at him. “Unless you’ve got a really small bladder?”

“Dirty toilet-bitch is into this, aren’t you?” The stallion asked cheerfully.

She thumped her tail against the floor at the praise, wondering if her electric eyes could sparkle. Answer enough.

Grinning down at the cyber-dog between his legs, he let go. 

Holly found out a few seconds later that, yes, that barrier in her throat must have snapped after all. Along with her left ‘cheek’ seal, to her surprise; it must have snapped sometime during the violent facefuck, so that now his shaft bulged out that side of her mouth. A decent portion of his piss was trickling out over her jaw to drizzle onto the floor between her front legs. But her valves managed to suck down even more through a heroic effort, straining her capacity to the agonizing/euphoric limit.

He must be part race horse. Although Bert might get a kick to know he was still undefeated in terms of total volume.

When he finished, she backed away. More yellow elixir splashed out of her maw as his flesh cleared the opening, splattering down onto polished wood. She clamped her mouth shut to stem the flow as soon as she possibly could. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

“Never mind about that, canine- er, Holly, wasn’t it?” Her head-bob reassured him. “That’s janitorial’s job now. You did excellently. Run along, I’m sure you have lots to do.”

“It was a pleasure, sir. Call any time.” Holly wobbled out unsteadily, leaving the executive still-dripping on his fancy flooring. 

She hurried as much as her bloated midsection would allow. Holly’s list had cleared itself off, queue automatically shuffled off to the other urinals in the building in light of her being full to bursting. Hastily she rode the elevator back down to the service level, staggering at maximum speed toward her cargo’s final destination.

There were other restrooms in the building, for needs not seen to by Holly and her coworkers. Just fewer than the company could otherwise have gotten away with. And the most important one was down here. The urinal’s own toilet.

Her sides actually brushed lightly against the sides of the small cubicle doorway, the catch sending a ripple down her turgid sides. Without ceremony she squatted over the porcelain concavity in the floor.

And paused. She took a long, satisfying minute to appreciate the gibbous expanse of her belly. At maximum capacity like this it was barely translucent. Swirls of cum were just barely visible settling downward under gravity, dark smears through the tan of her hide which was itself tinged by its yellow contents. She was so full. And she could feel all of that piss as if it was her own in her own bladder. 

She let go, and moaned. Mixed fluids poured out of the urethral nozzle installed right where it should be in the fortune cookie of her vulva. Holly pissed endless relieve onto the shiny white ceramic to trickle down the drain, an orgasmic experience where she voided everyone else’s piss over the course of a long and pleasurable quarter-hour. Holly came from it, as always. Not a physical reaction- although she could have one easily enough from a good vaginal fucking- but a psychological climax.

Holly had wondered once or twice whether the cybernetics docs put that into her on purpose, or if she had always been enough of a kinky freak to cum from pissing guy’s piss. But to be really, totally honest… She knew where she’d put her money.

All good things must come to an end. Eventually Holly ran out of urine and jizz, wringing one last little bit of pleasure from forcing the last stubborn glob of semen out through her piss-slit.

She watched the last of ‘her’ release slide down the drain, and shook herself out of it. Unburdened by her liquid cargo she trotted out of the stall toward the technician’s workshop, tonguing at the damaged bits of her mouth. Hopefully her repairs wouldn’t take too long- it’d be a shame to have to take the rest of the day off.

 

[center]The End[/center]