Going to the Milk Bar
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\t“Where the heck are you taking us, half-pint?” Latte groused, again. He didn’t like driving to places he didn’t know the directions to. In the passenger seat of his truck sat Threyon, and he was being anything but forthcoming with instructions. He would only tell Latte to turn when he needed to, and no sooner. The constant need to stop and make turns on a moment’s notice was starting to annoy the larger mouse.
\tThreyon adjusted the straps on his car seat - legally being required to use one, since he was scarcely three feet tall. “We’ll be there soon,” he said, once again not answering directly.
\tLatte rolled his eyes, and the sentiment was shared with his brothers, who sat in the back seat. Milkie and Vanilla had been dragged along too, as Threyon insisted that where they were going, the mice would enjoy. Milkie sat staring out the window, but not really seeing what they were passing as he zoned out. Vanilla had his head propped up in one hand, elbow on the door, while he futzed with his phone using his other.
\t“I swear, if this is something stupid, I’m going to crush you.” Latte said.
\t“It’ll be great,” Threyon said, “But remember, you have to keep it our secret!”
\tHe kept saying that; keeping the place an absolute secret. Truth be told, the secrecy was probably the only reason the three Souris brothers were even entertaining the otherwise ridiculous notion. They wanted to see what Threyon was making such a big deal about. Knowing Threyon, though, they were prepared for it to be absolute nonsense that they would regret having taken the time to go see. The little cat had been so persistent, though, that going along seemed like the only reasonable way to shut him up.
\tA few more sudden turns and latte found himself pulling into a back lot surrounded by buildings. A narrow alleyway was the only entrance, and there wasn’t much parking space to be had there. It connected to a small strip of businesses, many of which having their back doors leading into the lot. It was likely somewhere deliveries were dropped off, and employee parking. Threyon insisted that they were in the right place, however, so Latte parked his truck and they all filed out.
\tLatte sighed as he shut the driver side door. “This better be good.”
\t“Oh, it will be!” Threyon said, “Come on!”
\tThe little cat led the march, with the mouse brothers trailing behind. He led them to a small staircase leading down below ground level. It felt even more claustrophobic than the cramped little parking lot it was in. They couldn’t file down the stairs side-by-side, leaving Vanilla at the back of the line confused as to what was going on. Threyon walked right on up to a thick, very secure-looking door. There was no handle on the outside. It opened entire from within.
\tHe pushed a button on a nearby intercom, and a woman’s voice responded: “The sociology of economics is in reality quite trivial in its fragmentation.”
\tMilkie and Latte’s brows furrowed. “What the fuck is that nonsense?” Milkie asked.
\tThreyon just smiled all smug. “15 Hilarious Secrets That Will Make Your Psychiatrist Sleepy,” he responded, then turning to the group as the door unlatched and swung inward, seemingly automated. he stepped aside and swept his arm in a gesture to invite them inside. “Come on in!”
\tFor a moment, they just stared at him. “What is this, some kind of stupid club or something?” Latte asked, “Tch. Are you even old enough to drink?”
\t“Oh, that wouldn’t be a problem here~” Threyon said, “Go on! Go on! But remember, seeeeeecret.”
\t“Yeah, yeah, secret,” Vanilla said, “Whatever.”
\tThey entered a dark foyer, having to move across the small room to another door that they had to open themselves. Past that, the place opened into what appeared to be a large, well-lit speakeasy. It had all the trappings of an old 1920’s establishment: brick and mortar walls, hardwood floors, an expansive bar with a marble countertop, several tables and booths to sit at, and silk drapes to decorate. There were old black and white photographs on the walls, and old posters advertising long obsolete products.
\tThis was all barred off from them by a tall, brass railing that sat behind what appeared to be a receptionist’s area. The only entry into the greater bar itself was through what appeared to be a rather large and elaborate metal detector. Latte eyed the portal with some concern. Where exactly had he been taken that would require that kind of security? He looked down at Threyon next as the little cat strode past them and up to the desk. Just what sort of stuff did that kid-sized punk get up to?
\tThe woman at the desk was, frankly... enormous. Even sitting behind what amounted to slightly larger podium, she towered over even Latte, who stood over six feet tall. She was bovine, with white fur and brown spots, and with blonde hair styled in a Marilyn Monroe fashion. She wore a silver headband that had a feather sticking up out of it, and a black, tasselled dressed that struggled around the bulk of her big, curvaceous frame. She was far from thin, gloriously zaftig with a layer of padding that caught the eye. Her bosom in particular crowded for space and seemed to bulge out of every edge of the spaghetti strap neckline of her apparel.
\tShe smiled when she saw Threyon, waving with her fingers on one hand, and holding a long, classy pipe with the other. no smoke came from it, making it seem more like a prop. “Why hello Threyon!” She greeted the little cat, a motherly lilt to her tone, “Welcome back, darling. I see you’ve brought along a few little friends this time around.”
\t“Yup!” Threyon beamed, “I know they’re gonna love it here.”
\tVanilla frowned as he looked the woman up and down. “I dunno about that...” He said.
\t“So, it’s the usual, then?” The receptionist asked, “Very well. Let’s get a good look at you three boys...”
\tLatte, Milkie, and Vanilla approached the desk, with Vanilla being hesitant to shuffle on up. The bovine receptionist studied them all in turn.
\tLatte was a very large, very fit young man. His six-foot, three-inch height was impressive for a mouse, but more than that his muscles stood out. Maybe his shirt was just a bit too tight, but his strong biceps and broad chest were incredibly pronounced beneath the fabric. he narrowed out toward the leg, but not so much as to be terribly disproportionate. His chocolate brown hair was swept up and his creamed-coffee brown fur was brushed nice and neat, just lengthy enough to need it, especially around his cheeks. This was a mouse whose body was a temple, and he took great care of it.
\tMilkie was a stark contrast to his older sibling. He crested at only five feet tall, and rather than being a specimen of physical fitness, he seemed to elect instead to be beautiful to a feminine standard. His chocolate brown fur with the creamed-coffee underbelly was conditioned to be so shiny. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes were emphasized with mascara. His lips were glossed and soft, and he had a little beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. His clothes were feminine, too. A halter top was a strange choice for a boy, and his specially made pants were stretched to the max around wide hips and a fat buttock.
\tAnd Vanilla, the youngest of the three, was a nice middle-ground between both. he had a youthful fitness of a mouse in his early twenties. His fur was snow white from head to toe, and his hair was teased and fluffed. He was slender, bearing a fitness not near Latte’s, and curves not matching Milkie’s, but even his cargo pants and t-shirt couldn’t hide his youthful good looks.
\tThe one thing they all seemed to have in common was what stuffed the fronts of their pants full and called for custom tailoring jobs that allowed for specialized, stretchy, roomy compartments for their masculine endowments. To be frank, their dicks and balls were hyper-endowed. There was no being subtle, and the oldest mouse had the biggest, while the youngest had the smallest. Though that didn’t mean he was by any means small.
\t“Impressive!” She said, “What a variety.”
\t“Impressive indeed,” Milkie confidently concurred, “Thanks.”
\t“Well then,” The receptionist began, “Threyon, Rhoda has been informed that you have arrived. If all of you could please pass through the gate, we’ll get you set up right away.”
\tThreyon thanked the woman and then made his way to the gate. Latte, Milkie, and Vanilla exchanged confused glances before following along. “What kinda place like this even needs a metal detector?” Latte asked, “If it was one of those big metropolitan clubs, I might be able to see the need, but this is just a basement with a passcode.”
\tOne by one they passed through the gate. A glowing light washed over them, likely to scan them for anything they shouldn’t bring in. They got to the other side without a hitch, other than an awkward feeling of vertigo for a moment, as if they’d just stepped off a flight of stairs and missed a step accidentally and fell a short way.
\tReaching the other side, Latte blinked. “Hey, wait, I didn’t take out my keys or--” He turned to address the receptionist, but caught sight of his brothers and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide.
\tMilkie looked like he did when he was a kid! Shorter hair, skinnier body, bigger glasses, and even a more diminutive size. Vanilla, too, had seemingly transformed into his younger self, his hair all short and considerably less fluffed up with product. Latte stared at them as if they had two heads.
\tThey, of course, stared back at him. He’d been turned young too! Still taller than them by almost a head, though he had definitely aged... as evidenced by his bowl-cut, which he said he’d never do again. He even sounded like he did when he was a kid.
\t“What the heck!” Latte squeaked, “What happened to us?! Damnit Threyon, I’m gonna...!” He turned quickly to Threyon who stood no shorter than before. He looked a bit more youthful perhaps, but Threyon had always looked like a kid.
\tMilkie checked himself out. “Oh, this again?” He said, “Jeez, I was too small back then...”
\t“What do you mean ‘again?!’ This happened before?” Vanilla demanded.
\tMilkie shrugged. “Once or twice. What, you never been shota’d before?”
\t“What the heck is a shota’d?!” Latte shouted.
\tThe receptionist left her desk and passed through a swing-style gape behind her that allowed her entry without passing through the machine. She approached the boys and bent down low to be more at their level. She put on a soothing sort of smile and a gentle tone. “Alright, you little scamps, settle down.” She said, “Give me just a moment.”
\t“Settle down? Settle down?!” Latte complained, “I’m tiny and look like a dope!”
\tThe woman pinched his cheek. “Oh, you look just adorable,” She said, “Now stay right there.”
\tFeeling somewhat emasculated, Latte stayed put and quieted down, though he did grumble to himself. The receptionist left to the bar, got something from behind it, and returned. In her hand she held a stack of tablet devices, and she handed one to each of the mouse brothers. They stared at the screens curiously. A fancy graphic said, “Momma’s Place” and a button let them continue.
\t“Every one of our talented servers produce naturally. No use of hormones, magic, or mad science...” Latte read a disclaimer on the screen out loud. “Produce? What??”
\tTapping that brought them to a gallery with scores of pictures of women, as well as people of genders that leaned toward the traditional feminine frame.
\tEach picture was a head-and-bust shot, seemingly performed and presented to emphasize the chest of each of the pictured models. They all wore similar old-timey dresses much like the receptionists, in a variety of colours to better match whatever colour their fur, scales, feathers, or skin was. There were species of all sorts, and the appearance seemed to hold a large variety as well. Even small differences like the shape of their eyes or the plumpness of their lips was taken into consideration. They had all the colours of the metaphorical rainbow! The choices were near endless.
\t“Oh my god,” Milkie said, seemingly more comfortable hearing his own young, squeaky voice than his brothers were. “Threyon, did you bring us to a Straight Shota Club? I didn’t know these kinda places existed!”
\t“Straight shota?” Vanilla asked, “But... but I’m not either of those things. Ugh, I hate this.”
\t“Well you’re at least one of those things now...” Milkie said, “But he’s got a point. Vanilla doesn’t like girls.”
\t“That won’t be a problem,” The receptionist assured them, “Come along!”
\tShe gently put her hands on the back of Latte and Vanilla’s shoulders, ushering them along. They shuffled their feet as they went, uncertain and uncomfortable. They were led down a nearby corridor, the entrance to which was embedded within extravagant velvet curtains and had beautiful ivory accents along the dark walls. The well-lit corridor housed several doors all up and down either side. They were devoid of any numbers or identifiers of any kind, aside from signs just above the doors that said “occupied,” and were obviously supposed to light up when a room was in use. A couple of them were, in fact, lit up. The cat and mice were brought to one that was not.
\tThe receptionist opened the door and ushered them into the room. The room was styled a lot like the rest of the establishment - a grandiose speakeasy with dark walls, polished wood floors, silk accent drapes, lit by brass wall lamps. The difference was in the seating. There were many different set-ups in the big room ranging from a large, comfy armchair, to booths to sit in, to even what appeared to be a place to lay out on the floor on a collection of soft pillows and a non-specific skin rug. It was warm and welcoming, and private.
\t“Make yourselves comfortable and choose who you want to take care of you on the tablets,” She said, “Your company will join you shortly.”
\t“Um, could I not?” Vanilla asked, but he was in the room and the door was closed behind him before he could even finish asking. He let out a heavy sigh.
\t“Let’s just get comfy, guys!” Threyon said, “This is gonna be grea-- EEK!”
\tLatte had picked Threyon up by the scruff of his shirt. Smaller though he may have been, he was still bigger than Threyon. No one could remember a time when Latte wasn’t the biggest kid in the room. “Did you bring me to some kinda perverted escort club, you little twerp?” He asked, giving Threyon a shake.
\t“Well, yes!” Threyon said, “I thought you liked that kind of thing!”
\tLatte frowned. “I mean, I do,” He said, “But what’s with the whole being a kid thing?”
\t“What, you don’t like older women?” Milkie asked. “It’s just a fantasy thing. There’s clubs for all kinds of stuff like that.”
\t“Why are you so cool with this?” Latte grumbled, “And yeah, sure, but like... most of the time women older than me are like... moms and grandmas. Like they’re OLD-old, not just... older.”
\t“Well now they’re just older, not older-older,” Threyon said, “That’s good, right?”
\t“I dunno,” Latte said, “Gah, whatever.” He dropped Threyon and stomped into the room to climb up onto the armchair nearest the door. it was... a bit of work to get in it, and sitting down, the thing seemed rather terribly large. Even as an adult, it seemed, he would have had room to spare. He put his tablet on his lap and started tapping at it, looking through his... options.
\tThreyon took a seat as well, and Milkie and Vanilla sat together in the booth. The mouse boys began tapping their screens and swiping, studying the information provided with the pictures. It had a basic run-down of all the “servers,” with things like their age, height, species, measurements and diet. Vanilla wrinkled his nose.
\tIt listed their “production” too. It ranged from “light” to “extreme.”
\tVanilla sighed again and put some filters on in a desperate attempt to find something in there that might appeal to him. Unfortunately, it seemed that the club dealt almost exclusively in women or like-bodied people. He tapped on the picture of someone marked as “trans” - a rather surly-looking cougar with an impressive bust line and dark brown hair with long bangs that swept down over one of her yellow cat-eyes. He selected them more to see what would happen than anything else.
\tThe next screen brought him to several options for how he wanted his evening to go. The choices, though, weren’t what he expected. There didn’t seem to be anything involving sex on it. There were options like “light conversation” and “gentle feeding,” and things of that nature instead. Vanilla blinked his eyes. Perhaps he’d had the wrong impression of the place. “Looks like it’s one of those, like... classy places,” He said, “Not some gross brothel.”
\t“What, seriously?” Milkie groused, “Aw.”
\tVanilla gave him a look. “Ew, man.”
\t“Hey, I like older women!” Milkie said, “What can I say?”
\t“You like everything,” Threyon giggled, “But yeah! I never said it was a sex place.”
\t“So, what, it’s like one of those, uh... places?” Milkie said, “The like... look-don’t-touch like... company places? Uh... a Cabaret?”
\t“Yeah,” Threyon said, “Like that thing you said.”
\t“Cabaret,” Milkie explained, “It’s like... a place where men go to drink and eat with attractive female or... female-adjacent people basically there to keep them company. I think it was a big thing in Japan.”
\t“... Sure!” Threyon said, “Like that!”
\t“What so... I can get booze? But... aren’t I a kid? That’s not legal.” Latte said, “So that makes no sense.”
\t“Nope! No booze!” Threyon said, “You get milk!”
\t“Milk?” Latte said, “Fuckin’... what do you mean we-- Oh.” He paused as the thought came to him while he was looking at the pictures of the possible servers. “Ohhhh. I get it.”
\t“I already got it like five minutes ago,” Milkie said, “I’m gonna get me a cow. Like... an actual cow.”
\t“Get what?” Vanilla asked, “What are we getting? I don’t-- Wait! No!” Vanilla tapped his screen repeatedly. A little ticket was printed off the bottom of the tablet. “No, go back! I...! Crap. I think I ordered... something.”
\t“Great!” Threyon said, bouncing in his seat excitedly. “Now you two!” He said to Milkie and Latte.
\t“That’s not great!” Vanilla complained.
\tLatte squinted an eye. “This place is fucked, man,” He said before turning his attention back to the screen, “Alright, fine. Get me the biggest bitch this place has. Why the fuck not? I can take it.” He applied some filters until the only choice left was what appeared to be a large, strong Clydesdale mare. She had a draping white mane and big shoulders and her massive breasts couldn’t even fit in the head shot.
\tMilkie had likewise selected a Holstein bovine woman. She was big, soft-looking, and he had made sure to get “extreme” production and a bust size that was rather far down the alphabet. Tickets printed out of their tablets as well, and they put the electronic devices down and took their tickets in hand instead.
\tAfter a short time, the servers arrived.
\tThe first that entered had to duck through the door and squeeze her way inside. It was the utterly massive Clydesdale mare. Easily eight feet tall, she was a Schleich. Her fur was white splotched with chocolate brown. Her white mane was long and straightened, swept to the side to cover one of her blue eyes. Her tail was braided and done up with a red bow. it matched her red, sparkly mini dress. Much like the other servers, she wore a headband with a feather sticking out of it. Not only was her body massive and broadly muscled like a bodybuilder, but her bust line was enormous. Like beach balls, they bounced and wobbled in her dress.
\tThe second wasn’t as tall, standing perhaps six feet, but was a rotund bovine woman. Her black and white fur covered a voluptuous frame that wouldn’t leave those desiring pliable softness wanting. Curve crashed into curve, her black, glittering mini dress looking painted onto her pudgy form. Her white hair had a black spot in it as well that painted all the strands within the same dark colour. She wore tasteful lipstick on her plump lips and smiled beautifully.
\tLastly was the cougar. Her tan fur was smooth, her brown hair was short except for her bangs, and her yellow cat eyes were nearly bewitching. Unlike the other servers, she wore something more like a male bartender’s uniform - black dress pants, a button-down white shirt, a black bow tie, and some suspenders. She had a svelte kind of build and was of more average height than most, but still had the curves to fit in. Her bust was just big in a more sensible manner - comparable more to melons than exercise equipment.
\tThey entered through a door in the back of the room, not from the hallway. They filed in and looked at each of the boys in turn, before determining which one had ordered which, and approaching them to take their tickets.
\t“I’m Chér,” Said the mare.
\t“I’m Helen,” Said the cow.
\t“I’m Jamie,” Said the cougar.
\tThe mare put her hands on her hips as she studied Latte in the chair. “And you’re Latte, hm?” She asked, “Look at you, so small.” Latte opened his mouth to contend this, but Chér mounted the chair he was sitting in. With her legs spread wide and hooked over the arms of the seat, he mashed her massive bosom into latte’s entire body, crushing him under her considerable size and raw power. The little mouse muffled some sort of alarmed squeak, but Chér seemed to ignore him as she tugged down the front of her dress, working both of her massive tits out of it and pressing them into Latte.
\t“Here you go, tiny,” She said, “Drink.”
\tShe grabbed the fussing mouse and pressed him firmly against her bosom, working her teat into his mouth and pinning him there. She really gave him no choice but to start sucking, and he was rewarded with a sweet, creamy milk as he did. Poor Latte panted as he squirmed and did everything he could to tear some freedom of movement out of the situation, but the more he squirmed, the more Chér impressed upon him. She silenced his muffled protests and fitful wriggling by force and was just so powerful that he could do nothing to stop her.
\tHelen had sat down next to Milkie and picked him up to place in her lap. He wasted no time just groping at her chest and mashing his face into her cleavage, and she laughed in delight at just how eager he was. “Goodness!” She said, “You know what you like.” She wrapped him up in her arms and squeezed him in against her soft body, leaving him to take the reins, so to speak. Without any provocation to force, Milkie tugged down her dress by himself and latched on to her nipple to suckle on it. The amount of milk that splashed into his mouth was downright staggering. Barely any stimulation and it was gushing like a faucet.
\t“Moooo...~” She moaned in satisfaction, “Oh thank goodness someone ordered me. I was feeling so tight!”
\tThe last one was the cougar, Jamie. She took her seat next to Vanilla, who seemed to shy away from her. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s alright,” She said, “I know how you feel. I have some experience being the odd one out.”
\tVanilla didn’t look too comforted, staring at Jamie’s chest with uncertainty. “S-So, then, you’re...?”
\tJamie listened, but Vanilla trailed off. After some thought, she nodded. “Oh, yes,” She said, “When it says that all our servers are natural... it really ought to have an asterisk or something like that. You’re right, I’ve had all my hormone treatments. With the right battery, I started making milk.”
\t“That’s, um... fascinating,” Vanilla said, “Really.”
\tJamie watched him for a little bit before placing her hand on his head and mussing his hair. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” She said, “I get the impression that this sort of thing isn’t... part of your preference, if you catch my meaning.”
\tVanilla shook his head.
\t“I see,” Jamie said, “Then why don’t we just talk for now? Tell me more about yourself and about the sorts of things you do like. Don’t be shy, little one.”
\t“Oh, well... Okay,” Vanilla said, “Um... what do you want to know?”
\tThreyon watched as the three mouse brothers got started on their experience. He clapped his hands, quietly and to himself, smiling and beaming with pride. He didn’t have to wait long for someone else to finally enter the room, and he lit up with excitement when he saw her. Getting out of his seat, he hurried over to the woman and hugged one of her legs.
\tStanding a staggering eight feet tall, it was an effort just to get her through the door. She was a rabbit, with glossy black fur from head to toe, who dressed her chubby, busty body in professional office apparel. A navy-blue blazer and pencil skirt seemed fit to burst around her body, and the matching blue office heels gave her a certain sway to her gait. Her hair was done up in a bun, and she had a pair of red, half-framed glasses on a chain around her neck for when she needed them. Her plump lips spread into a welcoming and genuine smile when Threyon rushed her with a hug, though she had to kneel to pat him on the head.
\t“Oh, hey Rhoda,” Chér said, “We got some newbies today. Never seen these ones before, right?” She briefly freed Latte from her crushing press, and he gasped for breath. His hair was messy, and he looked like he was seeing spots.
\tThe rabbit woman, Rhoda, looked at each of the mice in turn when she stood up again. “Oh yes indeed, I don’t think any one of them has graced us with their patronage before,” She said, “I assume that’s because Threyon brought them here? Yes?”
\tThreyon nodded. “I did!”
\t“Such a good boy,” Rhoda said. She picked Threyon up off the floor and kissed his little cheeks. He giggled before finding himself hugged firmly against her chest, mashed into her tremendous bosom that surpassed Chér’s own... by a small bit, anyway. “Well, welcome to Mommy’s Place, little ones. As you can see, we seek to serve a very... particular kind of clientele.”
\tMilkie pried himself off Helen’s nipple, practically with an audible ‘pop!’ “I’ll say!”
\t“Mm, well, there’s not many other places that offer this kind of attention,” Rhoda explained, “And so, we do our best to provide. Everyone deserves a little happiness, don’t you think? Alas, some might beg to differ... that being said, it’s crucial we remain an unknown to the general public. You could imagine why.”
\tThe boys didn’t say anything to the affirmative, nor the negative. They were perhaps still struggling with their own feelings regarding the place.
\t“Fortunately for you, you’ve come here with our little Threyon,” She said, holding the small cat up briefly before returning him to a secure hold against her chest. “Being that he’s both our biggest referrer, and an investor, you’re in prestigious company! Also, the discount he brings with him never hurts, now does it?”
\t“This one’s on me today!” Threyon announced proudly.
\t“Such a darling,” Rhoda pinched his cheek, “Now then, I’ll be taking little Threyon with me for now.”
\t“For the ‘special service,’” Jamie explained, crossing her legs, “I’ll give you one guess what that is.”
\tVanilla made a face. “Ick.”
\tRhoda gave Jamie a disapproving look. “Jamie, there’s no need to be spreading such slanderous rumours.”
\tJamie chortled. “Rumours, she says.”
\t“Well,” Rhoda clicked her tongue and regarded the boys again, “You three enjoy yourselves. I’ll return your kitten in due time.”
\tThe servers waved them off, as the mice were too preoccupied then to really say anything. Rhoda carried Threyon out through the back door of the room, which led into a different series of corridors that allowed the servers to visit each individual room through a separate entrance that connected to their dressing rooms. Out there, a few other servers of all shapes and sizes - though with the common tend of being busty - were milling about going back and forth. They were either preparing to entertain a customer or returning from doing just that.
\tRhoda carried Threyon through the halls until they reached what was clearly her office. There was a plaque on the door with her name on it and everything. She entered and locked the door behind her. She closed the blinds on the window that looked inside, even though she passed right by her desk and made for another door on the other end. Entering that door brought them to a lavish bedchamber - one where the bed was beyond king size, with a silken drape canopy and silky-soft sheets and pillows. The decor was lavish. Most things had a golden trim, including the big chandelier that lit the entire room. The carpets were plush, the walls were expertly carved with patterns and painted pristine.
\tIt was a palace of plenty, to match its owner.
\tRhoda placed Threyon on the bed, and he sat attentively as she began to undo the buttons on her blazer. “My apologies, kitten,” She said, “It seems we can’t keep the girls from talking anymore. You’ve been coming by so often, it’s impossible to maintain any sense of modesty about the whole ordeal.”
\tThreyon tilted his head. “Should I come by less?” He asked.
\tRhoda offered him a salacious grin. “Now, I didn’t say that...”
\tShe stripped down before him. Her proper business clothing ended up on the floor alongside her blouse, and even her utterly enormous bra. Her mountainous mounds, each almost as big as Threyon himself, rolled into the open with an almost audible slosh of the bounty contained within. Threyon’s tail shot up and flitted around in excitement as Rhoda then, in nothing more than her panties, climbed onto the bed herself. She laid out with him and held out her arms to welcome him into her embrace. He was there in an instant, and she hugged him fondly.
\t“Now then,” She said, “Give me that ‘special service’ of yours.”
\t“Yes ma’am!” Threyon said dutifully.
\tThreyon opened wide and engulfed Rhoda’s nipple with his mouth. He sucked it in and began to nurse, nuzzling his face into the massive mound of her tit. Rhoda sighed pleasantly and relaxed, barely shivering as her milk began to flow - and a lot. More than most of her servers, she churned out milk quickly to fill Threyon’s mouth. It tasted creamy on his tongue and appealed strongly to his feline sensibilities. He lapped it up and gulped it down without hesitation.
\tFor a time, they lay together. Threyon nursed on her milk, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. It really was a lot, and it didn’t take too long before his tummy started to feel satisfied. Even so, he continued to drink, especially when Rhoda started to pet him. The rabbit woman sighed and moaned, cooing in enjoyment of her milky burden being eased. She switched Threyon from one breast to the other, ensuring he got a decent draw from both. She ran her fingers through the fur on his head, and soon began to rub and knead his ears in a tender, gentle manner. Threyon purred lovingly in response.
\t“Mmn, that’s right,” Rhoda crooned, “Enjoy yourself a whole lot.”
\tThreyon cuddled into her bosom, he hugged them with his arms and continued to nurse. Rhoda rubbed his ears, first the left, and then the right. Her gentle fingers worked lightly over his fur, and she really seemed to hit a sweet spot. Threyon’s purring grew louder, and louder... and louder still. The vibrations from his throat were felt throughout his little body, making him shake all over. Not unpleasantly, but powerfully. Rhoda felt as if she were holding a little, vibrating, stuffed toy against her chest. The rumbling against her felt good, relaxing even. Like a little massage all its own. She continued to rub his ears, getting down to the base to rub where his ears met his scalp.
\tThreyon’s purring grew louder, and even louder! With the growing volume, stronger and stronger vibrations emitted from his throat. Soon, Rhoda’s entire body felt those trembling vibrations nearly from head to toe. She let out a longing moan, squirming upon her bed as she began to pant. She could feel it shaking her to her core, pleasing and relaxing her on a deep level few could hope to match. She continued to rub, and he continued to purr. It grew louder and more powerful still. One may have mistaken it as the mattress of the bed being a luxurious, vibrating massage model; Threyon’s powerful purring was shaking the entire bed.
\t“Oh gods!” Rhoda cried out, feeling that it was all getting away from her when Threyon was rumbling like a motor. Soon, it felt as if the very Earth beneath them was shaking. Clutter on the nightstands in the room began to shake and rattle, shifting over the vibrations of the surface and falling off onto the floor. The expensive-looking paintings were rattling on the walls. The bed sounded like it was caught in an earthquake as the frame rattled and shook, almost as if it might come apart at any moment. Threyon’s purring had gotten so loud and so powerful that the sound of it was beginning to overtake the sound of Rhoda’s panting, pleasured moans.
\tThis was his ‘special service,’ and it was little wonder they couldn’t keep it a secret. There was no doubt that anyone close enough to Rhoda’s office could hear it through the walls. Some may have even been alarmed, thinking that an earthquake really had struck! For Rhoda, though, the powerful quaking reverberated in her. It tickled her just right, pleasured her just so, and since Threyon was firmly attached to and nursing from her tits, it shook her chest relentlessly. She couldn’t keep it all inside. Pleasure continued to mount, and she felt a coming climax building inside her. She closed her eyes tight and but down on her lip, doing her best to stave off the inevitable. She wanted to enjoy the ‘special service’ for as long as she could.
\tUnfortunately, she couldn’t stand against that tiny little cat. She found herself rocked by the waves of ecstasy, washed away by them and helpless to stop it. Her hips bucked and her body trembled as she let out a long, loud moan of satisfaction. She came repeatedly, juices gushing through her panties and over the silken sheets of her bed. Every time she struck another miniature climax after the first rush, her hips bucked up against a lover that wasn’t there. She held Threyon crushingly tight to her chest and was unable to let go as she rode it all out. It came on so suddenly and with such force that her head felt light. She felt almost dizzy as she came again and again.
\tAfter several breath-taking moments, she began to come down from the euphoric high of such a strong orgasm. Her rear touched the bed again as her hips finally lowered and she was able to relax. She was flush, hot, panting, and a little sweaty. She felt unable to move right away, still feeling the trembles of bliss in her arms and legs, right down to her toes. She sighed deeply, satisfied with the climax. Like a junkie getting her fix, she felt a tremendous joy well up inside her after getting the climax she had been wanting since the last time Threyon had dropped in on them.
\tShe was so, so happy that this was a recurring thing between them. She already couldn’t wait for the next time, but she couldn’t take him for another ride immediately. Not only was she soaked, but Threyon was stuffed. His belly was so stuffed full of milk that it had blown up like a sloshing, gurgling balloon. The little cat had been trying to suck it from her anyway, even though he couldn’t take another drop. He had just been letting it dribble down his chin, and it had made a very big mess of them both. Rhoda pulled him away from her tits, and he belched once he was able to take a fresh gasp of air.
\t“Oooh...” Rhoda shivered, “Goodness me...” She looked at Threyon and smiled. He was mostly speechless, but he continued to purr; only now at an octave that was reasonable. He was no longer shaking things off the walls - he was simply contented, and ready for a nap. Rhoda held him close and let him rest, and he collapsed into sleep the moment he was able to. So full of milk, it was like slipping into a food coma. He slept soundly, and Rhoda pet along his back in a tender, maternal manner.
\tShe would let him sleep for a while before disturbing him. He was so cute while he slept.
\tLater, she and Threyon had gotten cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes. They returned to the room where they had left the three Souris brothers, entering in through the rear entrance to see that they had seemingly enjoyed themselves. Latte and Milkie looked milk-drunk, with Latte seeming to be dishevelled from his more aggressive treatment by the powerful mare who had kept him company. Milkie had simply cuddled up against the bovine server and had been rubbing and kneading her soft body while they sat together.
\tJamie, the cougar, and Vanilla hadn’t gotten down to any feeding, as it turned out. Jamie’s top remained buttoned up, but the two of them had instead taken the time to talk to one another. It was unclear what they had discussed, as they ceased any conversation once the boss stepped in, but Vanilla looked much less perturbed than before. Still, they sat apart. The closest the two had ever gotten was Jamie putting her arm around his shoulders, and even then, that may have simply been because Vanilla was too small and powerless to stop it. Still, Jamie had taken every precaution not to put Vanilla off, and it worked. He was content.
\t“Well?” Rhoda asked, “Did our new guests enjoy themselves?”
\tLatte, Milkie, and Vanilla mumbled something incomprehensible, but it sounded like an affirmative. “They enjoyed themselves,” Helen reiterated, “This one was very handsy.” She gave Milkie a pat on his head. he gave her a squeeze to her love-handles.
\tRhoda smiled, pleased. “Well that’s wonderful to hear! My business with Threyon has concluded, so you’re free to enjoy yourselves as much as you like. We needn’t keep you, but don’t be in too much a hurry to leave.”
\t“I think it might be best if we just go home,” Vanilla said, looking at his brothers, “Right?”
\t“Will, uh...” Latte started, “Will we, like... be grown-ups again when we leave?”
\t“Yes,” Chér answered him. He was seated in her lap, and she was toying with his hair. “If you go back through the way you came, you’ll be back to your old selves again.”
\tLatte sighed in relief. “Oh, good.”
\tThe three little mice climbed down off their servers and seats and prattled about to prepare to leave. Rhoda turned to Threyon and knelt to give him an affectionate little hug. “Thank you for bringing more people to our little corner of the globe,” She said, “I look forward to seeing you again.”
\t“I’ll try to get more people to come over,” Threyon assured her, “And I’ll try to do it soon!”
\tRhoda pet his head softly and rose to let him go. Threyon toddled off to join the Souris brothers and walk with them back outside. They passed back through the machine on their way out and found themselves all grown-up once again, and none the worse for wear. Threyon waved goodbye as he stepped out with them to get back to the truck and head home.
\tLatte flexed his fingers as he got into his truck and gripped the steering wheel. Everyone else piled in as well, and Threyon strapped himself into his seat. “So!” Threyon said, “Did you enjoy yourselves? Will you be going back?”
\t“No,” Latte and Vanilla said at the same time. “Maybe,” Milkie said, shrugging a little.
\t“It was kinda weird,” Milkie confessed, “Not really my thing. It had a weird atmosphere. I don’t do the whole... call-girl type of thing that often. I’m more of a casual kinda guy.”
\t“I don’t wanna be a friggin’ kid again,” Latte said, “Who would want that?”
\tVanilla sat looking out the window, not saying anything at all. He held his phone in his hand, and on it was Jamie’s number. He looked at it for a moment, unsure of what to do with it, and then turned the screen off. He’d address that when he had a clearer head.