It’s been almost a week since Greg has bothered anyone; which is odd, considering the only thing the boar loves more than objectifying a gay couple at work is humiliating any other coworker he either despises or has some hots for. Greg has been a little busy for once, actually getting some work done, and spending most of his ‘needs’ by conjuring some naked and horny harem men and falling asleep to the magically dedicated worshippers. 

Greg is a heavy boar with light brown fur with a cream colored face, chest, belly, and thighs. Almost everything about this pig is round, his gut easily making up most of his physique below his plump moobs, the muscles on his arms and legs too thick and subtle to make him look anything like a winner, except if he were entering a contest at a county fair in the farmhouse.

Until recently, Greg was not only low on the corporate food chain, but he’s not the best example of an employee either. He had even made dirty, perverted comments to several of the more attractive employees at work a lot. Something he had been warned not to do, he is now on his final warning. Working at an office firm specialized for the male model magazine, Man/Edger – publishing, fashion, articles, stories, even the occasional tasteful nude. Greg has worked for the company for years, and has gotten into his fair share of trouble for it; aggressive flirting, butt-slaps, pinching groping and the like. If he does something that warrants an official report, he’s out.

At least, that is how it USED to be.

For a while now, the boar has gotten into the practice of casting spells via rituals. He once found himself in a mysterious magical marketplace and had procured some very interesting kits and a couple of books that taught him of charms and other such works. He is still fairly new to the mystic arts, but he’s learned quite enough to sate his rather deviant tastes. Not only that, but he has also been able to have himself promoted to a rather prestigious position in Man/Edger, far above where he used to work in the company.


Recently, Greg has cast a mass-reach spell in the staff of the company concerning exclusively lions: any and all lions who work in Man/Edger corp will have a small penis of no more than 4 inches long erect. The awareness of the cock shrinking varies from individual – if Greg was a truly experienced mage, he could have every feline have a baby member and they would never be nonethewiser. But for him personally, there’s something really hot about a big strong and proud lion having a petite little pecker, and either making a lion vastly proud of it or hugely embarrassed by it. 

Today, Greg walks down the hall, headed for the main conference office. As he goes, he spots one of the interns – a cute slender dalmatian jotting down notes. Eager young pup, he’s probably just starting college. He’s got a nice bottom on him, and he probably looks real yummy with his shirt off, Greg can tell this dog probably jogs every morning.

The boar digs in his coat pocket and takes out what looks like a small squeezable rubber ball with a spout. He discretely points it as he walks, aiming it at the Dalmatian and gives it a hard pinch. Tiny red and purple bubbles blow from the spout and fly right for the pup. The orbs waft and circle about until they reach the young canine and start to circle and chase around him, turning into magenta vapor and settling into the pup’s body.

“So the editor in chief only observes the models when there’s a shortage on certain outfits?” The Dalmatian asks the black and silver lion he’s learning from.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.” Says Version, “It’s more like he-”

“Hey, Verse!” Greg says as he slaps his shoulder.

“Ugh, not now, Greg. Fuck off.” The lion growls. Greg and Version never got along. “We’re busy.”

“I know, but we got that meeting in a few minutes.” The pig tells him.

“Half an hour.” Version snarls, “Until then, I have the next 29 minutes before I have to get in the same room with you.”



“I’m sorry, but could I just finish my…” The Dalmatian starts, but then he looks at Greg. The pup’s eyes glue right to that snout, looking at the boar’s well aged cheeks and brown/grey fuzz. Such a handsome distinguished man! His eyes then travel down and see the pair of big mounds on his chest that rests on top of the massive round gut! The canine’s jaw drops as he looks up and down the gorgeously huge mancake standing right before him.

“Look, Verse,” The boar says. The Dalmatian staggers slightly. Just hearing his voice nearly made him cream his pants! “You may not wanna start disrespecting me. Buck tried that, and look where your pony-boy had to do to make up for it.”



“Fuck off, Greg. I’m not in the mood.” Version stalks off, but not before turning to the dog, “If you want to continue this discussion, I’ll be getting coffee.”

“See ya, babyballs!” The pig called out. Version’s goes red and he gives a sharp growl as he goes. “Eh, I better head out too.” The boar then leaves, snapping the intern out of it. His young eyes then linger to Greg’s behind. His eyes widen as he sees that big rump. His rear is just packed into those pants! How is he walking in those things??

“A-Ahh w-wait! Excuse me!” The dog almost sprints to the boar. The pup comes up to him and walks with the fat male, “H-Hi, my name’s, uh, Kyle Terri, I was wondering if I could get a word in?” He says as he holds his notebook. The boar looks at him and flashes him a smile. Kyle had to chomp his mouth down just to stop himself from drooling at that hot pork.

“Sure. What do ya need, kid?”

-MOMENTS LATER-

A door busts open to a small room, where the big and tall boar shoves in the fit and chipper Dalmatian. He slams the door shut just before the dog turns back around and jumps Greg! Greg irks and huffs as his thick tongue rolls in and around Kyle’s muzzle, his big hands cupping the pup’s sweet butt to hold him up. His white and black paws grasp onto Greg’s chubby cheeks as the dog eats at his mouth.

“Mmmfff! Mhhhh! Mffmmm!” The dog’s tail goes berserk as he makes out with the boar. It hasn’t even been 5 minutes before Kyle just HAD to ask Greg to have a private moment with him, and how did that sexy pork roast know he wanted THIS?! The pup breaks the kiss and pants with his tongue dangling out, “I’m so horny, Mr Pugger. Like, oh my GOD.”



“Please.” The pig smirked as he takes tie off and sets the boy down, “Call me Greg.” Greg then takes the collar of his shirt and pulls it on either side, popping his buttons apart one by one until his rotund girth and his pouch-like moobs contained in his undershirt.

“Sweet Jesus…” Kyle pants as he promptly starts to pull up the white wifebeater to unveil the big jiggly gut. Greg grins as he takes off his top before unbuckling his belt to pull his pants down and step out of them. “FFFfffuck you’re… Dammit, you’re huge!” The dog then starts to grab and roll the Greg’s manboobs around in his paws, squeezing his manly fat feeling those very thick nipples.

“Who’da thought a lil fratboy like you would be into fat guys.” The boar smirked.

“I didn’t realize, oh my God…” The pup quickly undresses himself, his pants sporting a very large tent. That little squeeze bulb that Greg had earlier contains a special potion that disperses a light fizz of bubbles at anyone the spout is pointing to. Whomever it affects makes the person absolutely horny and hungry for whatever the potion was brewed to attract – in this case, Greg made the potion to make overweight and older gentlemen extremely sexy. The effects usually take about a few days to ware off. Until then, Kyle Terri is going to be completely crazy for tubby grizzled men.

Kyle eagerly pulls down the last of his clothing, tossing his underpants aside so his cock can throb in the air.

“Damn, boy.” Greg raises his eyebrows as he strokes the teen’s penis, “NOW who’s huge, hah.” This dalmatian’s got an impressive shaft on him, at least 9 inches has grown from his sheath.

“Errfff,” The dog then puts his arms onto the big fatty boar. His tail leaps back and forth as the canine nuzzles and slobbers onto those soft and bouncy moobs while Greg somehow got his own underwear down. “FFfffff, God you’re like a bunch of fluffy bread dough.” Kyle murred as his rock-solid dick rubs along the soft and clean fur of the older gentleman.

“Gonna have to make this quick though, I got a meeting to go to.”

“C-Can I come in on the meeting??” Kyle asks while standing on his tippy-toes, still groping and grinding into the boar’s bloated bod, “They always need an intern for assistance, right??” 

“Heh, sure thing, kid. I’ll get you in if you can show me what you can do with that thing.” The boar grins as he grips the dalmatian’s member.

“Mnnyeesss!” The dog murrs out loud just as Greg holds up a square shaped packet. He takes it and tears the tip of it with his teeth and then rolls the condom over his thick rod. Greg gets the small bottle of lube he always carries and lubes up the canine’s throbbing dick before the fat boar turns around. “Oh my God, that fat ASS.” Kyle pants as he looks with awe at Greg’s massive rump, the great divide. Greg looks like he’s in his 50’s, but his ass cheeks aren’t sagging at all! Both mounds are so perfectly round, like a pair of flawless fluffy globes.

“Show me what ya got, pup.” The pig says as he reaches over and slaps his big wobbling butt. 



“You are so fucking hot, Mr Greg.” Kyle says as he angles his legs just as the boar gets on all fours. He lines his protected member to Greg’s wide pink hole and pushed in. “O-Ohh!” The dog easily slides in, his eyes going wide and his back arching, “Oh my fucking God!” 



“OOF! Uh yeah!” Greg says as he pushes his pillow-like ass back, his hole being loose and warm enough to swallow the intern’s throbbing meat. Of course, Greg has had more than a few magical augmentations done on himself as well, including a butthole that can take any penis and convert any pain into pleasure. “Fuck mah fat ass, boy, NGH yeah!”

“Hah hah hah hah!” The spotted canine starts to hump quickly into Greg’s hole, sliding back and forth and marveling how every bounce makes Greg’s whole chubby body wobble and jerk. “Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” 

“Mnnhh! Fuck, boy, that’s it, yes!” Greg reaches down and masturbates as he takes the rapid pounding. He feels the dog flop down on his back and reach under his thick, muscular arms for those paws to start grabbing and squeezing his wobbling moobs.

“Mnnnhhh! Fuuuuuuck!” The dog’s rearend jumps up and down as he fucks the pig over and over again. He rails him as fast as he can, making the boar moan out.

“FuUUuuck, boy, you’re getting me goin.” Greg irks, “AHh- Ohh! OoeeIIIIIHHH!” He squeals, covering his mouth for a second.



“Oh Jesus!” Kyle whines, his dick spurting a gush of pre inside of Greg from the primal squeal. 

“Fuck, you’re fuckin great, kid,” Greg grunts as he lets the Dalmatian rail him. He’s just a college boy, but this dog is really hitting all the right buttons in his ass, as opposed to half of the interns he fucks, who usually just get wild and crazy when they start, “You fuckin know what you’re doin.”



“I’m doing your glorious fat ass!” Kyle barks as he gives a slap on those juice buns. 



“Ngghh, yeah, well…” Greg checks his watch, “Gonna have to speed this up, kid.” With his hands and knees planted firmly on the floor, the boar tilts his head and clenches his eyes as his big rump flexes hard.

“AWWrroooorr!” The dog yelps as his pelvis is sucked right into Greg’s buttcrack! “Oh sweet Jesus, oh my God!” Kyle staggers as his front smushes into the soft and warm crevice of Greg’s massive behind. Meanwhile, INSIDE his ass, the boar’s tunnel is rubbing and rolling all over the canine’s member. “BOOoorrrkk!” The intern’s eyes flash with stars and hearts as his thick cock is pulled and squished on every inch.

“Mnnhh, uhhh, ooh yeah,” Greg sneers as his mounds flex and push around Kyle’s dick.

“Ohh! Oh! OH! AwwooOOOOOOOOOO!” The Dalmatian howls as he unload into Greg’s wide load. His tongue dangles freely from his muzzle as his hips shove and buck into that wonderful pair of pig pillows. Greg snorts and sighs with bliss as he feels the hot cum flood the condom. Heh, if only he didn’t have to make that meeting, then he’d just let this college boy gush any and everywhere on him. 

Stuck in a daze, the spent Dalmatian drools with unbelievable euphoria. That was the hottest fuck he’s ever had, even his exgirlfriend didn’t compare. Before he even noticed it, Greg was already pulls up his pants, “Hurry up, we’re cutting it a little close.” 


“Oh! Yes, right away, sir.” Kyle hurriedly picks up his clothes.

-IN THE MEETING-



Today, the top executives, including the CEO and his assistant Buck the horse, district manager, Garrett, Rocco, a couple of other top-name members and Greg, who was promoted to Model Inspector to thoroughly inspect the models. At this time, they are discussing various deals and measures to take to grow numbers and profits. Kyle stands by Greg in his chair, waiting for instructions while also stealing glances at Greg.

Now to Garrett and Rocco. Garrett is a brown and gold lion who has been working for Man/Edger magazine for several years, easily buying his way to the very inner circle of Man/Edger as well as investing a well amount of his time and energy to appeasing the editor-in-chief with his charm, wit, and frankly good ideas. Rocco is his on-again-off-again boyfriend, a well built bull who heads the articles of sport-related fashion or stories in Man/Edger. 

“So if we need to meet the quota for the next few quarters,” Says the CEO, Mr Edger a tiger with finely groomed and cyan blue dyed stripes, “We need to nail a contract with another top executive of the male fashion line-up. In particular, a potential investor has been revisiting our company on numerous occasions, but we have yet to have him on board. Time after time, he says our methods aren’t up to snuff.” The tiger takes a remote and clicks on it to activate the large screen to show a picture of a fat, cocky looking gorilla wearing a suit with a thick cigar in his mouth, “Mr Paul Bongo of Bongo International of Male Fashion is one of our biggest donors, but he has refused to commit to us officially.”

“Wow…” Kyle mutters, his eyes glued to the DILF monkey on screen.



“Paul Bongo?” Asked one of the board members, “Isn’t he like a... I don’t know...”



“A filthy sleaze?” Buck says distastefully, the muscular horse snorting nastily as he takes a quick glance at Greg.



“Buck. Watch yourself, I expect you to be professional.” The tiger scolded.

“I… Yessir.”

“What’s wrong with the guy?” Greg says with a casual defense tone, “So he’s got a few quirks. He’s an old-fashioned guy, just like me.”



“Mr Bongo has several sexual harassment reports on him.” Says another member, “Do we really want him as an investor?”



“Normally, I would agree with you.” Mr Edger says, “But within the last couple of months, Mr Bongo has made frequent visits for several proposals. If we can get him to sign up with us, we will be able to expand our profit margin exponentially.”



“With all due respect, sir,” Rocco says, “Mr Bongo’s behavior is very unsettling. He has already made more than a few advances on our models, if he gets into a lawsuit after investing with us, it could damage our reputation. The last time he was here, he bothered the baseball uniform models and I almost lost a large contract.”



“We will keep tabs on him for the time being then.” Mr Edger says, “That about wraps up today’s meeting. Thank you all for coming. Greg.” He nods to the boar, “The models for the Butts 4 Love campaign is waiting for you, but they will need to see you all together.”



“Not. A. Problem.” The horny boar grins as he struts with the tiger. The various board members rise up from their seats and part their ways.

-A WHILE LATER-

Rocco’s sits at his office desk, and watches as his manly stud of a lion come in. He grins as he gets up and gives the lion a kiss before he sits down, “So what’s the word, fluffy?”



“Mr Edger says he wants me to talk the deal over with Mr Bongo. He says precautions have been made, but I want to know what I’ve really gotten myself into.”



“I thought you’d say that. I had Buck do some background research and he’s just emailed me a detailed report.” The bull types up a few things on his computer.



“Ok, so what kind of harassment did the ape do? Seeing he’s got himself a big name, it can’t be as bad as… You know who.” He said, relating to the sleazy boar they work with.

“Well, think of everything that Greg has always WANTED to do, and add that with a bottomless wallet.” Rocco says as he pulls up the gorilla on his computer, “For the most part, the worst he’s done is very suggestive flirting with the models when they were naked or wearing lingerie. A long time ago, he was arrested and did about five years in jail, but that was back when he was in his early 20’s, BEFORE he got into business. Last year however, he was caught in bed with his ex-brother-in-law’s son, and he’s thrown a good share of Bottomless Parties. He’s not very subtle, and he’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind. But he’s at least behaved himself enough to pay his dues with decent punishments.”

“Hmmm… Sounds legit, I guess.” Garrett rubs his chin, “Got any-”



“Garrett.” Mr Edger says while knocking on the doorframe of Rocco’s office, “I would like to see you in my office in when you get the chance,” The fancy tiger checks his watch for a moment before looking back at the two of them, “Namely in about approximately 92 minutes.” 



“Alright, got it.” 



-MEANWHILE-



“Mmmm, yes, they are very good.” Greg says in his inspection room with a slim grizzly bear secretary. Four very young human men - ages 18-20 and all of them slender and semi-built - are lined in front of him, their backs turned and their pants at their ankles, a pair of twin brothers and their two cousins stand there half naked, looking at the back wall with embarrassment and occasionally exchanging questioning looks to each other as the fat pig fondles them. “I think we should do the first spread of the twins cuddling each other with their heads resting on the crotches of the other two.”



“Excellent, sir.” The bear says as he jots it down. 



Model Inspector. Yes, as you may have guessed, that is a made-up job. A very specific spell went into this one. Greg has been given authority to inspect any and all models or even coworkers if necessary in any manner he deems required – no matter how thorough or invasive he gets. 



The pig’s hand cups one of the smooth peach buttcheeks and gives a few slaps, making the human irk and wince. Extra upon extra protections were placed with this job. This ritual in particular was rather tricky to conjure; it required extra effort and thought to make it so Greg’s job had to be legitimate and harassment-proof. Part of the spell is invested and enchanted into the ties and a couple of metal rings the boar wears, having a requirement for every coworker who assists the Model Inspector to wear the same certification rings as he does – this makes every single one of his ideas to be approved by the company.



“U-Uh... S-S-Sir?” Says one of the cousins, hesitantly looking over his shoulder, “We uh, we thought we were just going to do a calendar thing or looking at swimsuits.”



“We run this place a bit more than that, buddy.” The pervert sneers, “So. I think they are just right.” He tells the secretary, “I want them to have no clothes on whatsoever until the end of the day. So they can get used to it, you know?”



“W-What?? No!” One of the twins protests.



“You signed your contract to do what you are told in the best judgment of the Model Inspector,” The secretary says, “I suggest you do what the Inspector thinks is most appropriate.” The boys look at each other and exchange winces. They REALLY need the money. With reluctance, the humans pull their shirts off and step out of their pants. “This way, please.” The bear says as he leads the blushing males out.



“Fantastic, very nice, boys.” Greg says as he gives each passing model a hard spank. He snickers as he goes off, straightening his tie, “Next time I start a spell at home, I think I’ll make it so those boys would get confusing boners on and off throughout the week.” 

-MEANWHILE-

Garrett sits into Mr Edger’s spacious and luxurious office, “You wanted to see me, Mr Edger?”

“I wanted to go over your meeting for tomorrow.” The tiger says, “Mr Bongo and I have been talking in our meetings, and from the sound of it, he may actually sign a deal with us. As for why I am sending you…” Mr Edger scans over a couple of pages, “According to a few recon speculations, Mr Bongo is partial to feline and farm-animal species, and you have the most credibility out of the other members of the board. I am unable to make the pitch because he has already met with me several times, and the word of a CEO can only go so far.” 

“Alright,” Garrett smirked cockily. He’s no stranger to charming someone to his advantage, “I can get him on board with no problem. But, are you really sure you want him to partner with us? Even if it is momentarily he serves a threat to our reputation. There really isn’t anyone else?” 

“I have brought this up with him several times, and his lawyers have made a few compromises to accommodate. Don’t worry, we’re going to arrange for several surveillance cameras and measures when you go to meet with him. If anything happens, you can back out and we will receive a generous donation from his account, as his lawyers agreed.”

“Sp it looks like either way, we’ll be doing just fine. Sounds like a good deal.”

“Then you are up to the task?”

“Give me 5 minutes with him and you’ll have that gorilla melt like putty.”

“Very well. Alright. I will reply to Mr Bongo’s manager that you are available.” Mr Edger says as he turns to his computer.



-A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER-



“Good luck, big guy” Rocco says as he adjusts Garrett’s tie and suit, “If that jackass makes a move, you slap his big hairy face for me, ok?”

“Right after you give him a good kick in the balls.” He chuckled, kissing his hot man candy before heading off to his car. Minutes later, he arrives at the place the gorilla has him to come. He’s even prepared some queue cards incase the gorilla sidetracks him. 

Equipped with a briefcase and determination, Garrett is taken to the Bongo International building. He is escorted by a zebra in a tight suit that left little to the imagination and takes the lion to an elevator, “Mr Bongo will be meeting with you in his business lounge. Your boss, Mr Edger, as asked that I inform you that hidden cameras and wire taps have been secured in discreet places.” 

“Alright, good.” The lion nodded. He doubts the meeting will go well; and that’s what he’s counting on. A sleazy man like Mr Bongo can’t possibly resist the wondrous charisma of a sexy lion specimen such as he is, and when that big dumb monkey makes his first and only mistake: Boom, hush-money donation with an ape facing charges.


The zebra takes Garrett to a door and opens it. They enter a big round room with a huge window for a wall with fancy circular couches and a desk with a few items provided. And then the big man himself, Mr Bongo is sitting in his chair, smoking a clear-mist cigar (a cigar made exactly like regular ones but does not pollute the air) and cackling to Another Gay Movie, “Mr Bongo, sir. Your 3 O’Clock is here.”



The ape turns his head and grins as he gets up and walks to them, “Very good, chief! Let’s get started.”

“Mr. Bongo, a pleasure to meet you,” Garrett says formally, “I’m Opus, Garrett Opus” He gives a winning smile with his charming sharp fangs that give a flash of charismatic masculinity before he begins his persuasion. 

“Very great to meet you, Garrett, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” The ape gives a firm handshake and pats at the feline’s shoulder before he and the lion go to the table, “Wanna drink?” Mr Bongo offers as he pours himself a shot glass of banana scotch. 

It’s been advised to Garrett to NOT eat or drink anything Bongo offers him, as he has been known to slip a little something in the libations...

“Ah, sorry but I’m cutting my alcohol intake. Had some last night so I don’t think I’ll be handling one today.” Nice shot; the lion proceeds to make his proposal with a good deliverance in his wording. Like pleasing any corporate monkey, he keeps it short and sweet with lots of big numbers.

“Ah come on,” Mr Bongo pours a second shot, and holds the two of them up, “One little drink won’t...” He hesitates, remembering his very stern lecture from his attorney. He plays it off as a casual ‘never mind’ nod, “Yeah, alright, I got ya.” He gulps one shot down, and then the other. He winces as the strong bit of liquor hits him momentarily and then huffs loudly before they get to it. 

The two of them talk for the next half hour, going over the deals and business strategies and whatnot; honestly everything Mr Bongo has always heard. Frankly, he’s not even paying attention. This lion is very handsome and masculine, Mr Bongo would not mind having HIM on his board of directors. He also keeps glancing down at the lion’s crotch, and giving a keen grin every time he remembers that one time at an office party when some other lion got super drunk and was bouncing his bulge around to the song ‘Sexy And I Know It’.

Of course, the leering does not go unnoticed with the lion, being very observant with body language. With the alcohol inside the ape in mind, he hopes whatever content it had made the ape more complacent to his discussion. 

Soon, the initial proposal ended, probably without the ape listening, being too busy ogling at the lion. “… That’s why, in base of facts and opinions, it will benefit us if you get on board with our plans. What do you say, sir?” Calling the ape ‘sir’ might be a ticket to send the gorilla over the moon. 

“Alright. Think Edger has been baiting long enough.” The ape takes the stub of his thick cigar and crushes the remains of blue-silvery ash into a small tray. “First, there is one other thing I wanna discuss...” Mr Bongo pulls the chair from the table and holds it, “Lemme see you put a leg up on the table.”

Garrett looks at the gorilla casually, but carefully gaging the situation. “… Alright.” The lion walks over to the table and hitches up his leg and holds his hips. “Like this, right?” Garrett inwardly smirks. ‘Here he goes…’ He thought, ‘Just lure in the horny doofus.’

 “Hm.” The gorilla nods as he rubs his chin, observing the posing lion, “Nice... Hm...” He walks in a half circle, and then back, and then he comes in close to the lion, “Your suit’s from Jaago Enterprises...” He says, his tone getting a little lower. Both of his meaty hands go to move onto the hitched-up leg, his palms examining the fabric... ONLY the fabric...

The lion’s guard still remains up. The trap seems to be pulling him in… The only downside is letting this fat fuck get as close to him as this. Garrett’s never been fond of overweight men, saw them as greedy losers who just can’t keep their mouths shut for several reasons.

“Cheap stuff... The people who ran it were hacks. They made their suits too... Constricting...” The ape’s hand starts to migrate to Garrett’s inner thigh, “They tore easily too... The suit you’re wearing now was one of their original makes, so of course it’s a decent quality...” He knows felines. Mr Bongo knows cats. His large hand sneaks into the very intimate area of Garrett’s undercarriage, and started to roll his two middle fingers into Garrett’s inner thigh - that is a massage technique that triggers involuntary purring to feline species. Pushing on that spot doesn’t feel good enough to purr, but it’s a strange reflex that is connected to the throat...

“... Hurrthurrthrr- Achem, agk” Garrett caught himself purring, shaking his head and coughing, “ConstrrRRrrRRr- Arrgghh!” He frowns and coughs again, his throat vibrating involuntarily as he tries to stop, “That's not what I-" His purring is distorted with effort as he tries to speak. He irks and groans as he coughs again, but his chest keeps rattling audibly. “A-A-Anyway, Mr Bongo.” He moves the ape’s hairy hand away from his thigh, “Our deal?”

Yep. Just like any other huge tub of goo, all this fatass cares about is what he can get his meaty hands on. The cameras probably have enough footage to screw over the horny sleaze, but he wants to see if Mr Bongo can really get in over his fat head… Though there’s only so much thick slob Garrett is comfortable with putting up with.

“Heh, sure... I’ll deal...” The filthy gorilla grins as he continues to slowly molest the lion. “After all... I can’t have a client walking around in a cheap-ass suit... Kittens need real clothing...” After each sentence, Mr Bongo gives a very deep growl, his nostrils flaring, his tongue licking his lips, his hot breath reaching Garrett’s fur as he nears his face to his, “How about I get you out of those trashy pants... And into mine?” He starts to grope and hold down on Garrett’s rump. The lion’s eyes widen up, feeling that big hand grab onto his ass. The ape puckers his big thick lips as he coos like a child to the lion, “Would yo baby peepee like dat? Wanna wear some real daddy pants~?”

“Alright, deal’s off, you sack of shit!” Garrett suddenly snarls and shoves the monkey off of him. God, what that gorilla just said, it’s disgusting! Not only that, but several months ago, Garrett’s penis was as thick as a beer can and at least a foot long, and then it shrank over night! NO ONE is supposed to know that! Only the doctor he consulted – even Rocco doesn’t know, he’s just been fooling round with him with a sock stuffed in his underpants. “First you get a good look at my suit, then you grabbed my ass, and now I have enough testimony out of you to open up a private investigation!”



“What- what the hell you talking about?!”

“You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about, you disgusting blob!” No one else knows about Garrett’s ‘little’ secret, Mr Bongo HAS to have some sort of spy camera or something put somewhere in Garrett’s vicinity – either at home or in the office or the gym, or somewhere! “I’m having your bloated hairy ass thrown in prison!”

“What did you say, boy?!” The villainous gorilla says with his own teeth baring.

“You’re spying on my private life, and I’m going to have it proven and have you being a jail bird bitch for the rest of your life!” Garrett then turns around and storms away.

-MEANWHILE- 

“Very good, but I think the loincloth should be a little skimpier.” Greg says as he has a chubby cheetah pose in a jungle-man photoshoot.



“Alright, I’ll get them trimmed...” The doberman says as he goes to carry out the order.



“Hmm... Garrett is supposed to be meeting with Bongo, wasn’t he?” The boar ponders as he walks our of the photoshoot room and towards his office, “Bongo’s a big name, we could really use him. Garrett better not screw this up...” The big pig snorts as he gets an idea, “Garrett was a total ass to me this morning… Just cause I took the last donut, he thought he could get away with at fat joke…”


Greg enters his office, and pulls the blinds to block any sort of view from anyone. He moves his chair and sits on the floor and lights a few glowing white candles underneath his desk. After lighting the wicks, the boar then takes out a placemat and a couple of pieces of chalk. 


Referring to a smaller spellbook, Greg draws a specific magic circle with some mystical symbols – a few of them meaning dream, reality, manipulation, and a few other scribes. He sprinkles a pinch of strange sand onto the pat, and the drawn chalk illuminates brightly. 

“Hm… I think this kind of ritual requires at least a picture of whomever is involved…” He swipes at his phone until he googles up Mr Paul Bongo’s picture, and taps on it, “This will do.” The pig sneers as he sets his phone onto the circle. Greg then takes out a ragdoll – he’s been trying for weeks to figure out how to make a successful voodoo doll, but he can’t seem to figure it out. At best, this doll is able to serve as a sufficient medium for a small ritual such as this. 

“And some of his fur, just for this occasion,” Greg says as he digs for a small baggie of a tuft of tan fur. Taking the fluff, he places it into the doll and zips it up. The button-eyes of the doll gleams, indicating that the magic inside it is ready.

“Anamata, senjus, koyokui, behinimo, vumpud,” He spoke mystical words as he places the doll next to the phone and sprinkled a line of magic sand from the phone’s screen to the doll, “I now invoke a ritual of happenstance, to change and conjure a moment of two men’s time.” The candles’ tiny flames turn shimmer with white light after he chants. Now, for HIS command.



“I declare that Garrett’s meeting with Mr Paul Bongo turns into Mr Bongo’s most weirdest and favorite sexual fantasy. I want Garrett Opus to be put in his place and be changed for the duration of this spell. Make him as Paul Bongo would most enjoy to his most deviant delight, and I also bid the agreement of business henceforth to be a complete success.” 

With that command, the light whispers soft voices that go into the doll and the chalk drawings, and continued to glow. “Ok…” Greg gets up and covers the magical set-up with a heavy curtain from the surface of his desk, “Gotta make sure the ritual does not get disturbed until the end of the day.”



The boar gets out of his office and locks the door before going to his next inspection to test the durability of some thick model nipples. “Mr Bongo’s a great guy, he’s just like me. Garrett can fuck off for all I care, but if the monkey’s got something in mind?” He shrugs to himself “Who am I to say no to helping a buddy out?”