“Listen you little piss-ant! I want out of here, and I want it now! I’m not some toy for a pampered priss like you to be throwing around! I am Hank, fucking, Barrons, and I’m a goddamn smuggler! So you get this fuckin stupid suit off my ass, get me some REAL clothes, and let me out of this fuckin house, you get me?!” 

“Not only do I ‘get’ you, I get to own you.” He taunted, clearly unfazed and amused by the ape’s highly aggressive behavior. “Why you fffffucking little short-shitting-” The ape raises his arm to give him a punch right in the face! Hank’s fist flies at the cat, but stops one inch from the feline’s cheek. His white, shiny spandex fist shakes before he pulls back, and launches his arm again, only to halt itself before so much as a whisker could touch his huge knuckles. The feline yawns as Hank grunts and tries again and again to punch, slap, choke, or kick the smug billionaire.
 
“Are you done yet?”
 
“What the fuck?? What are you doing now?!” The gorilla demanded as his frustration grows with each failed attempt at wrecking him. 

“Nothing.” Milo smiled as he stares with a gloating leer at the monkey, “Of course, I should tell you that any high-tech engineer worth his salt doesn’t make inventions such as this and disable its ability to harm the creator.” 

“What?” “You can’t hurt me because I made it.” Right then, Hank’s huge hands wrap around the feline’s torso, almost covering him all up. 

“Oh yeah??” Hank then picks up the cat, and holds him over his head, “Let’s see how far I can throw you! I’ll bet I clear you right out faster than I broke out of jail!”
 
“VCF System Function Number 085.” Milo responds, not bothering to move or struggle while keeping his calm demeanor, “Code Name: Horny Butler.” 

“Yeah yeah, you can’t- Wait, what?” The ape looks up at the feline just as he gets ready to eject him to the wall. “Hank. Put me down and dust me off.” Milo calmly said, “You really shouldn’t make a mess like this.” “O-Ok, sir, right away, sir.” Hank quickly puts the feline back on his feet and then brushes him about with his thick and big hands. “… What?? Hey!” He scowls as he backs off, “The fuck are you doing now?? … Ooh…” The ape shudders as a hot chill runs up his spine.
 
“VCF System Function Number 010. Code Name: Wardrobe/Formal.” Milo says. “Huh?” Hank looks down and sees the suit morph into a pink tuxedo jacket, a white polyester shirt, a black bowtie, white gloves, black shoes, and white trousers. “Much better, you actually look respectable.”
 
“Fuck off, alright?! I ain’t wearin this monkey suit! …” Hank tenses and huffs as he shakes his head, his penis feeling a very odd sensation, “What is this??”
 
“The Horny Butler file.” The tabby answers, “Whether you like it or not, you will do every and anything I tell you, and you will get off on being at my beckon calls.” 

“The fuck I am!” Hank tells him… Though the thought of escorting Mr Milo to places seems VERY kinky to Hank, “Gaaah, no, that’s not sext!” He told himself AND Milo, right before he gets a very erotic image in his head of folding every piece of laundry the cat owns. “It is right now. For example.” He snaps his fingers and points at the entrance, “Go and get the door for me.” 

“Yessir, right away sir!” He strides past the cat and over to the door and opened it, standing up straight while awaiting the feline. Hank winces as he starts to sweat. “Hoh mama…” He mutters as he can feel the primal hunger grow in his groin. “Good boy.” Milo says. He approaches the door, but then looks at the room. “Hm. Hank, go and turn off the screen and put the food trollies away. I’ll wait.” 

“Yessir.” Hanks says before he goes and trots down to the lower circle of the room. He waddles the trollies up the ramps and onto a square platform one by one, and then goes to the TV wall, and pushes the OFF switch. He stops and blinks as he looks around, dumbfounded. “You’re probably wondering how you know where and how to do all of that.” Milo says as he smiles, “That suit was created and programmed here, so of course it knows where you should work and what to do before you even realize it.” “That doesn’t even make sense!” 

“Of course it does.” The feline’s tail wavers gracefully side-to-side. “Now straighten the place up a little, and don’t forget to vacuum.”
 
“Yessir!” Before Hank could protest, he finds himself running to the room’s discreet closet, and took out a vacuum cleaner. Hank can feel his nipples poke and rub against the polyester as they harden while he cleans. The ape’s ass flexes itself while he puffed out the cushions of the couch and arranged the through pillows neatly. His eyes cross as his teeth grind together as he becomes more and more aroused. “You ok over there?” The cat calls out as Hank rolls up and puts away the hook and line that brought him in here, making the ape look over his shoulder, “You are looking very flustered. Is having hormones again too much of a shock to you?” “Grrr, fuck off, I don’t care!” Hank protests as he stands back up, his pants feeling significantly more tighter and uncomfortable, “I’m not gonna be your fuckin slave, got it?!”
 
“I never said anything about slavery. Now come here.” Milo snaps and points at the floor.
 
“Yess- Ok!” Hank resists the initial urge of words and comes stomping right up to him, and stands in front of him. The gorilla glares down at the cat with his big teeth bared, “First chance I get, I’m going to wring your little neck.” 

“So violent.” Milo raises a brow, “You sure you don’t want to wring a few hot towels and serve them to my guests instead?” “Wha- hhaahhhhh…” Hank’s thighs press together and his hands squeeze and slowly yank at his formal jacket. The very suggestion is getting up super horny. “You little fucker…” He growls despite the blush on his face. “Your… Pants tell me otherwise.” The cat snickered. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to point?” “What?” Looks down and gaps as he sees a pronounced tent sticking out in front of him. “Aggkk, gghh, ffuh…” “Come.” Milo says, “You’re to follow me for the rest of the evening.” “Yyoou,” Hank snarls before his legs move him forward, unable to stop himself from walking in very close proximity to the cat. He whines quietly and bites his thick lower lip as strolling with a boner becomes a real trip. The head is pushing to tent his pants and is rubbing against the fabric nonstop while his balls are cradled and rolled about in the tight underpants hidden underneath his slacks. 

“VCF System Function Number 010. Code Name: Wardrobe/Sunglasses.” Then, the ape blinks and shook his head as a pair of specs manifested upon his eyes. “VCF System Function Number 003. Code Name: Grooming/Formal.” Milo said as they go, making Hank’s hair smooth itself down and grooved in conveniently conjured gel. “Fuckin playin dress-up with me…”
 
“Of course. A proper monkey is nothing without his monkey suit.” 

“FFFvvvvkin pussy shit…”
 
“And for the next hour, speak only when you’re spoken to.” “I talk whenever I-” Hank’s lips close shut on him suddenly as they approach an elevator. “VCF System Function Number 001. Code Name: Bobo.” The doors to the lift dings open, showing a white wolf in a black tuxedo. Hank’s eyes go wide behind his sunglasses before they step foot into the elevator. “Ah, Mr Milo.” The white wolf nods to him, “Late night, isn’t it?” 

“Yes. Just as well though, I had some last minute work to do and some follow-up work within the next duration. I am afraid I have to sleep in the facility for the night.” 

“Hah, poor you.” The wolf rolls his eyes. He looks to the very tall ape right behind the tabby, “And who is this?”
 
“This is Bobo, my personal assistant for the evening.” “Pfff! Bobo??” The wolf snickers out loud. “That is what his application said his nickname is; formally, he is Robert Douglas Buttuski, but he answers to his stage name of ‘Bobo’.” Milo can literally feel the wrath building up in the simian gentleman behind him, “It’s only part-time, but I am having him be my butler on and off, see if it will help me get my work done.” 

“Hah, like you REALLY need to be waited on more than you already are.” They go down floor by floor, and the wolf glances at the gorilla standing at attention. His eyes of course, goes down to the most obvious aspect of the monkey suit, “You uh, working hard there, Bobo? Or working WHILE hard?” 

Hank grits his teeth but relaxes his mouth as a sudden response came to mind, “Bobo have huge craving for Viagra scone. Bobo on Viagra diet.” The gorilla’s eyes bulged behind his shades as his face gets hot. He wasn’t going to say that! “Viagra diet?” “That is putting it lightly. Bobo here is addicted to Priapism.” The tabby cat says as he taps his cane on the standing bulge, “He was supposed to get clean years ago, but he’s so busy he can’t commit to therapy. In his previous job, he was dubbed ‘Boner Boy’ by his close friends, known for having spontaneous erections.” “Hahahaha, but you’re on the job, Bo! You can’t just walk around with a… *Ahem*, baton showing in your duffle.”
 
“Bobo needs boner.” Hank says, unable to stop himself. “He is incurable.” Milo shrugs, “Honestly it is a miracle he doesn’t play with himself every 5 minutes like he did when he was a teenager.” “Hah hah hah, you sure have weird taste in the help, Mr Milo.” 

“I beg your pardon,” Milo laughed, “He was delivered to me. I can’t help it if my assistant has a problem. I am merely taking this hopeless hornball under my wing.” 
 “I see.” The wolf says, avoiding to look at the ape’s tented slacks, or else he might burst out laughing. “Well, good evening, and good luck with your… Predicament.” The wolf leaves the elevator. Closing, the elevator continues to descend. “Bobo… Needs… BONER?!” Hank seethes through gritted teeth. “Do you now? I applaud your getting into character.” Milo smirked. “BOBO?! Me am BOBO?!” “Well I can’t very well call you by your name, could I? And personally that manner of speech is very amusing to me, I’ve always found it to be cute.” “Bobo will smoosh you good…” Hank growls with his fists shaking. “It is a bit cold in here, the air conditioning is still running. That is actually a good idea at that.” The feline snaps his fingers “Bobo, warm me up.”

 “Bobo is bad boy…” Hank retorts in his low-brow speech pattern. It seems he is limited to a pre-established list of words and phrases. “… Oh that’s right, the suit is still in need of a tune up. Very well then.” Milo huffs as he puts his hands behind him. “VCF System Function Number 038. Code Name: Heater/Buttocks.” 

“Huh? Bobo no…” The gorilla blinks before he feels a change in climate. His eyes widen as both his big, thick buttcheeks start to feel warm – extremely warm! The cat grins and giggles as he looks as those white pants start to glow red-pink around the rump only. It’s not just the pants that are hot – the entirety of Hank’s ass is radiating heat! Every inch of his bottom is coursing with very “VCF System Function Number 004. Code Name: Habit Installation/Baloo Itch.” Milo says with a crooked smile. “What?” The ape then feels a very weird itch spread down into his hairy buttcrack. He wiggles on the spot and whines as his sweltering behind starts to feel a maddening sensation overcoming his broad mounds. Hank’s sweat drips as he starts to whimper, dying to scratch his ass off, but unable to move his hands to sate the agitating rash that is consuming his rear end. “Alright, Bobo.” Milo snaps his fingers again before he turns to the spot where the wolf was standing, and faced the very anxious criminal before he puts his paws over his lap, “Warm me up.”
 
“Yessir, thank you sir!” Hank says as he almost jumps at the cat, nearly tripping as he rushed over. The gorilla turns around and bends over as he shoves his big butt right on the tabby! “OOoooooooh!” The monkey coos out loud as he pins the cat down on the wall. “Mmnnnn good boy.” The cat grins. Hank finds himself rising his rear up, to where his beautiful glowing peak pushes against the feline’s vibrating throat, before he moves his ass down and pushes against Milo’s thin legs. “Bobo butt hot! Bobo butt HOT!!” The ape yelps. 

“Mnnhhh yes it is.” Milo purrs as the gorilla mashes his large behind against the cat. “Haahhh! Haaoohh!” Hank’s large hands slap to the walls to hold himself as he squishes his owner behind him. The more he grinds his butt against the cat, the more satisfied and relieved the gorilla gets. The brute goes cross-eyed as ungodly levels of satisfaction plunges inside him, puckering his huge lips as he swerves his hips and mushed the kitty behind him with his hefty ass while curling his finger-like toes in his shoes. “Hoohhhhh thank yooouuuuu!”
 
“No, thank YOU~” Milo purrs as his body is shoved up and down by the Baloo-style butt scratch. The cat irks as he shifts around and presses his front to the elevator, “Mraawwrrr keep it coming~”
 
“Boboooooo” Hank moans as his balls his fists and continues to roll his super heated rump on the slender feline. Milo moans comfortably as that butt rubs up his back with its intense warmth, down to his own adorable booty, down his legs, and then right back up. “Mnnyyaaaahh~” Milo moans again, “You HAVE to have done this before~ Mnnnnhhh it’s been so long since a big ol Baloo butt worshiped me like this~” The tabby giggles before he snaps his fingers, “Bobo, stand at attention.” 

“Yessir!” Hank immediately retreats from the cat and stands in the middle of the elevator, his ass still flaring with heat and his face almost drenched in sweat. 
 
“VCF System Function Number 038. Code Name: Heater/Disable.” Milo says while he straightens up his coat and adjusts his own tie correctly. Immediately, the furnace inside Hank’s posterior died down and cooled off. Before he could get comfortable, however, the cat steps in front of him and taps into the belt’s tech. “Heeey! What you doing?? Bobo bad boy!” Hank tells him in a failed attempt at a threat due to his speech restriction. “Bobo will smoosh you good! Bobo will boom-boom the kitty!” The tabby smirks as he presses the buckle firmly. -RrrrRIIIHHHHHHH- The monkey irks as his suit gets tight. His arms jerk up and flopped up and down on either side of him, comically rounded as they swell. “Hhegghh!” Hank winces as he can see his stomach start to swell again! His gut expands under the shirt, this time straining the clothing. -Pop- A bouncy round lump of an outtie belly button pops inside the stretching shirt – perfectly outlined in the fabric as the stomach blows up. Little by little, the ape’s belly balloons like his torso was a jumbo sized beachball being inflated, “Don’t worry. Your suit won’t rip… Well, unless I want it do~” The kitty cockily says. 

“Huugh huugh huugh!” Hank huffs and puffs as his girth inflates before him, taking up most of his mass, but leaving his lower body untouched. His cartoonish hands touch the elevator walls as his arms gain the size and look of puffy tree trunks. The feline stopped inflating him and rubbed that enormous belly, prompting giving the large ball an open hug. The gorilla glares down at the cat with a foul wince, “Bobo will get you, kitty…” 

“You know, you really are extremely fortunate my nephew did not find you.” Milo says with a frown while facing that bloated stomach, tracing his index claw around the bobbing belly button, “He is second-in-command at Short Circuit. And not only would he have turned you in eventually, but he would have installed amnesia into your tiny little brain and have you wondering around a restricted area; you would have gotten busted and beaten harshly and you would have no idea why. He’s a sadist when it comes to gang criminals such as yourself.” 

“Whatever.” Hank grunts as he turns his face, “Bobo no care.”
 
“Hmph.” Milo smirks at the stubborn brute, “VCF System Function Number 038. Code Name: Heater/Stomach.” 

“Oooh! Hoo hoo!” The gorilla irks as his gut flares with the bright pink glow! The cat looms his tail as he hugs that massive mound, nuzzling it and purring nonstop as he rubs that blimp warmer. “Mnnnhhhhh~” Milo moans as he buries his furry face into the glowing balloon. “Hgngh! Oop! Engh!” Hank winces and irks as he feels those sharp teeth gnawing and biting at his large belly button. The cat smirks as he bounces and nods the outtie several times before he turns around and starts pushing his back up against the primate to warm up his shoulders. “Mmnnnh I can get used to this~” “Grrrhhh.” Hank grimaced angrily, “Bobo is baaaaad boy…” 

“Did I happen to mention bad boys are the best?” Milo says with his arms waving up and down as he makes an ape-angel. “Hrrrgghh… Hingh!” The ape winces as he feels sharp pinpricks poke into his huge belly. He stares as the cat climbs up the gorilla’s wide frame, settling and holding firmly on top of the ape’s tummy. “VCF System Function Number 038. Code Name: Heater/Disable.” The gorilla’s stomach fades its warmth out, making the convict sigh in relief before he glowers at the tabby in his face. “You really should be grateful.” Milo sneers at him as he tips those sunglasses up to look at those stubborn eyes supported by Hank’s cutely rounded cheeks, “You have any idea how many convicts would love to get out of that jail and into my pants?” 

“You dirty kitty.” Hank frowns. “I’ve done just that, you know. Requested a 24 hour pardon for any low-life I felt like fucking or ballooning. You know,” Milo clicks his teeth, “Grace them with an unexpected gift of being my escort.”
 
“Grrrrrhhh!” “Even a straight man in that security pit would choose to bed me than spend another night at Short Circuit.” The feline pushes his finger on Hank’s lips and mushes them around, “I like to choose a handsome fellow from the prison yard. Have him walk me to a big cuddly bed. He can tell me all about his wife and kids, but he just can’t stop thanking me for letting him walk with a nice kitty like me for as much as 5 minutes~” 

“Shut up, kitty-kitty…” The ape frowns. “And I don’t even need any of my toys or suits to get a criminal to do what I want. They’d gladly do every single thing I ask, and thank me for it over and over.” Milo fluffs at the gorilla’s face fluff as his thumbs pull and toy with Hank’s thick lips, “I get a water hose, they open their mouth wide to become my waterbed. I put on a very tight thong, they happily bend me over their knee and spank me for an hour.” Milo’s own erection drives on the very wide surface of Hank’s body as he lists some of his most favorite nights, “I get a bag of balloons, they let me slip one after another one by one into them to make them into a helpless blow-up doll with curves and fake muscle. I pull down my pants, they suck my dick and slobber on my balls until I tell them to stop~” “Bobo will crush yooouuu…” Hank’s rage sears hotter than the body heater from the suit as he looks at this gloating cat in the eye. “I only wish I can take them home with me and make those chosen criminals like they were my pets.” He gives Hank a wicked grin, “It’s so heartbreaking to hear them beg for me when I have to head out. I really would rather make them, as you so aptly put it, my slaves~” “BOBO WILL SM- MMmmff!” Hank’s eyes bug out when that furry face shoves into his. He blinks as his open mouth is glued to the cat’s maw. For a second, Hank feels the cat’s tongue toy and roll on his, right before he feels a rush surge down his throat. -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- 

The ape widened his eyes as he feels a button on his suit pop out of place before the cat backs up, smirking at him. 
 
“No, nonono-” Hank shakes his head quickly. 

“Hhhhhhh!” Milo takes a deep breath, and kisses Hank’s gaping maw again! 
 -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- The fabric stretches under the stress of Hank’s shifting stomach, bursting at the seams as the size really tests the durability of the suit -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- Milo takes another breath and shoves into that mouth again. “Hhhhhhh!” -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- “Hhhhhhh!” -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- “Hhhhhhh!” -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- “Hhhhhhh!” -Phhhhffffffhhhhhh- With each blow, Hank’s cheeks puff either side of his face, his blimp of a belly now pressed on the other side of the elevator, stuck in place. The monkey’s face glistens with sweat from the enormous pressure built up in his gut. At this point, even his legs have started to bloat as the iron-lunged cat blows breath after breath into the ape’s gullet and growing further under the cat. His girth is now taking up all of the space of the elevator! “Bobo too huge! Bobo no fit!” “Heheheheh…” Milo purrs as his raspy tongue licks his chops as he leers at that mouth again, “Hhh- DING “HHH!” Milo gasped and panicked as he scrambles about Hank’s overbloated mass, “Emergency VCF! Body Guard!” DING The elevators door open, just in time for a few finely dressed and groomed gentlemen enter the elevator. Hank stares at the door, seeing a vague reflection of him towering half of the people present. 3 floors later, Milo and Hank walk out of the small crowd. 

“Huh?” Hank looks at himself… He’s a lot different! There is no potbelly blocking his view of his feet, his chest is sporting some plump pecs under his formal attire, even his rump is smaller but compact as a fine bubble butt in his newly trimmed waist. “Bobo… Buff?” “Yes. It’s the standard build for a body guard.” Milo tells him as he tightened his tie again, adjusting his pants and clearing his throat, “Let’s go.” As the cat walks off, Hank finds a nearby mirror wall. He hooks his arm next to him and flexes. His arms bulge with new and defined muscle. “Oooh” His eyebrows quirked as he examines himself. The monkey turns around and wiggles his ass, grinning as he clenches his butt tight! “Ooh, Bobo got dimples.” He tells himself. He pats his own rear before turning back around and looks at the square-shaped cushions on his chest. “OOooooh” He coos dashingly as he pops his pecs up and down, “Bo-Bo, bo-bo, bo-bo” One pec bounces up and the other jumps after, making his manly titties dance under his suit. “BOBO!” 

“HHH!” Hank gasps as the cat yells for him. “Get over here! Now!” 

“Yessir!” The gorilla obediently sprints to the tabby.