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Edwin Grimaldi stood in the massage parlor of the Monochrome Gym, waiting on his next customer. A slender squirrel of around eighteen with light reddish brown fur and lank black hair, he was naked but for a thin blue speedo that left little of his currently flaccid cock to the imagination.

The door opened and an enormous, muscular eagle entered. nude, his enormous cock hanging low between his knees, already half-erect. The big bird barely fit through the door, despite its being designed expressly to admit larger clients, and the top of his head nearly scraped the tiles on the room's high ceiling. He stood there and surveyed his surroundings with sharp eyes, projecting an air of supreme confidence and even a little arrogance. The young squirrel gulped and grinned a little nervously, recognizing him as one of the gym's newer customers.

"Hi, there, short stuff," said the eagle, his expression softening after he'd had a good long look at Edwin, extending an enormous hand, "I'm Tris."

"Edwin," the squirrel replied, accepting the handshake. Tris' hand eclipsed his own.

"I'd like a full body massage."

"I think we can arrange that," Edwin said, smiling, gesturing for the eagle to get up on the padded, comfortable-looking massage table.

Nodding, Tris walked over to the table, his muscular form rippling with almost every move, and climbed up and laid down. Even though the table was especially build to support muscular behemoths just like him, it still creaked a little ominously under his weight. Oiling up his hands with some lotion, the squirrel set to work, and gave the bird a good rubdown, which Tris enjoyed immensely, judging by all of the moaning and groaning he did. That, and his cock rose to full erection, making Edwin blush. The front of his speedo began to stretch with an erection of his own as he beheld the eagle's monster growing towards the ceiling.

"Like whatcha see?" Tris said, beak parting in a ferociously charismatic grin.

"S-Sure," Edwin replied, feeling his cheeks burn.

The eagle lay back, muscular thighs spread to allow his huge balls to be seen, cock standing tall, stiff and proud, so huge the helmet brushed against the light fixture on the ceiling. "How 'bout you hop up and give it a massage?" he suggested lewdly.

Nodding, Edwin grabbed another bottle of lotion and climbed up onto the table with his client, kneeling between the eagle's enormous thighs, which were the size of tree trunks to him. He looked up at the huge member looming above him. A bead of precum oozed from the tip, and slowly slid down the underside Edwin's eyes, one brown and one green, followed its down Tris' cock, transfixed. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his skinny throat. His fascination did not go unnoticed by the eagle.

"Want a taste?" came the deep, silky voice of the bird.

"Wh-what...?" Edwin asked. He began to sweat a little.

One of Tris' huge hands came up and the thick fingers encircled the length. With a grunt, the hand squeezed tightly, causing more pre to ooze from the tip like squeezing toothpaste from a tube. The squirrel watched as Tris jacked himself off a little bit, to keep himself hard and keep the pre flowing.

"I said, want a taste?" Tris purred. "I saw you staring. Don't lie. It's okay if you'd like a little lick or two..."

After staring hypnotized at the the cock for a moment, Edwin, overcoming his hesitation, crawled forwards. He was no stranger to this kind of thing. Even his girlfriend Selene had a cock. He nuzzled against the beastly dick and tentatively darted his tongue out to taste Tris' precum. He found it delicious, and began to more eagerly lap up the dribbling precum so that soon the interior of his mouth was completely coated in a thin film of bird seed. After a moment, he sat back, panting a bit.

"Good, now, get to rubbin'," the eagle commanded.

Upending the bottle, Edwin squeezed it, squirting lotion into his palm. He then set the bottle aside, slapped his palms together and oiled his hands up so they were nice and slick, and then set to work, giving the huge eagle dick a wonderful top to bottom rubdown. When he was finished, Tris' member glistened with a mixture of Edwin's massage lotion and his own creamy pre. Tris rumbled happily, and the hot, slimy liquid that was his pre continued oozing steadily from his cock tip. His balls gurgled ominously.

"Hop on down, there, squirt," Tris said, gently nudging at the squirrel.

Grabbing the bottle, Edwin did as he was instructed, and got down off of the massage table. He stepped back. The table creaked and swayed as Tris sat up and scooted himself forward, so he was sitting on the edge. The opposite end lifted up slightly, the bottoms of the rubber-tipped legs a few inches off the floor. Were it not for Tris' feet being planted firmly on the floor, taking some of the weight off of his end of the table, the entire thing would've flipped up, dumping him ass-first onto the floor. He smirked, and, taking hold of the base of his cock, he tilted it down towards Edwin, who instinctively backed up. The cock came closer and closer, and Edwin kept moving back and back, until his butt bumped into the wheeled cart he used to hold his various bottles of lotions. Startled, his tail frizzed up into a big poofball and he reflexively squeezed the bottle in his hands, sending an enormous jet from the top squirting into the air, where it arced up and then splattered down upon the head of the huge bobbing bird cock that seemed to reach for Edwin.

Tris laughed. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Edwin said, calming down, feeling a little embarrassed. He plunked the now completely empty bottle into a nearby trashcan and set to work smoothing out the fur of his tail. "Just startled myself, is all." Turning, he straightened the bottles on the cart, and busied himself with ensuring that everything was in order. He then stood and took a deep breath, and was in the process of turning 'round to ask his customer how he'd liked his massage when he smushed face-first into the slimy cockhead of the eagle, and jerked back, bumping against the cart again, spluttering and coughing.

"Sorry about that," Tris apologized. "It's got a mind of its own, sometimes. I think it likes you."

Wiping away some of the cum with the back of one hand, the squirrel, whose boner was now stretching out his speedo so much the blue fabric was practically see-through, managed a small chuckle. He had to admit, he was enjoying Tris' company. But then, he liked most of the big predator types he worked on in here. "I, uh, I like it, too," he said, smiling crookedly, and then licked his lips. "The cum is pretty yummy, especially!"

"Well, how 'bout you take a little sip straight from the tap?" suggested the bird. He slapped the base, causing the entire shaft to bob tantalizingly.

He reached around and grabbed the back of Edwin's head, gently guiding him to the tip. Edwin's lips brushed against the urethra, smearing pre over them, earning a small gasp from the thin preyboy. Tris smirked down at his masseur turned little toy. Edwin's thin-fingered hands came up to grip awkwardly at the slick sides of the shaft, and as the cock flexed and burped forth more of its bounty, the squirrel began to chug, sucking it down the way he used to slurp pancake syrup straight from the bottle as a boy.

This continued until Edwin had drunk his fill, and stepped back, burping. "Excuse me," he said.

"You're excused," the eagle said. "So, how 'bout we finish that massage?"

Edwin canted his head. "Finish it? But I rubbed you all over, even on your dick!"

"But you didn't do the inside!" Tris explained, seductively stroking along his length.

The inside? Oh, boy, thought Edwin. He sighed. He knew where this was going. Thank goodness for the gym's policy about reforming its employees! Nevertheless, he played dumb. Some of the preds liked it if their prey didn't know what was coming.

"...you want me to massage the INSIDE?" he asked, feigning incredulity.

"I ordered full body," the eagle replied with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, okay," Edwin said, pouring some extra-gentle lotion onto his hands to slicken them up.

Using his nimble, thin fingers he pried open the urethra and started rubbing the opening before shoving his hands in, still tenting the little blue speedo he was wearing. The eagle's eyes slid shut and he rumbled pleasurably. Suddenly the cock bucked, throwing Edwin back to land on his butt on the floor, gasping as he watched the monster grow bigger before him, becoming huge enough for him to enter it bodily.

"Well..." he said after a moment, "that's helpful..."

He stood and adjusted his speedo so his erect cock wasn't so painfully twisted in it, and entered that enormous opening, feeling like a spelunker. "This is gonna take me forever to rub..." he complained to no one in particular, sliding his lotion-slickened hands all over the interior walls, earning some more pleased rumbles from the eagle. Halfway down the shaft, his arms sore from kneading and stroking every available surface, he panted and sweated in the muggy heat, overwhelmed by the musky scent of cum. "I'm gonna need a flashlight!" he said.

At this, he felt the shaft jerk a little, the eagle adjusting slightly. The urethra opened further, allowing more light in, but also making it easier to slide down. Edwin had the feeling this was by design, sliding a bit, as he'd been in the process of backing up when the cock shifted. He managed a small smile. "Thanks," he said, resuming his work, although a little more slowly than before, as there was so much cock interior to massage and he was getting tired. It seemed there was more surface area in here than the entire exterior of Tris' massive body!

He moved further in, and, he noted, downward, as the shaft now sloped, making slipping easier and he was beginning to struggle to maintain his balance. Edwin grumbled. By now he was covered in cum. He was beginning to wonder if Tris really did intend to cockvore him. If he didn't, then he'd need to shower after he was finished. He was near the base of the cock, and for the time being, this was as far as he was prepared to go if the eagle wasn't going to make his move.

"Breaktime," he said, trying to turn around and finding it difficult, his bare feet slipping in the cum, "my arms are tired."

Said tired arms groped for purchase against the walls, to try and brace himself to give his loosely slipping feet some traction, but no dice. With a sharp little cry and a stomach-churning lurch, the squirrel's feet slid out from underneath him, and he promptly fell backwards with his feet pointing towards the tip, head towards the base, and as he lie there dazed, he felt himself sliding back and down. Well, he thought, it seemed he was definitely becoming this cock's food, whether it'd been what the eagle originally intended or not.

The eagle's cock throbbed hard around him, and every pulse sent him further down the slick tunnel. "You're done yet," Tris' slightly muffled voice thundered in from outside.

Edwin yelped, flailing as he slid further back, feeling the crown of his head bump against a fleshy ring at the base, feeling it begin to expand and swallow his cranium. His speedo was still tented magnificently, his cock pulsing strongly in the musky confines. As disorienting as this part of his job could often be, it never failed to get his motor going. Edwin gasped out as the ring clamped and clenched around the squirrel, pulling him in further, briefly muffling his cries, popping his head into a large, wide open chamber. The interior of Tris' balls. Of course, thought Edwin, where else would be end up?

He was so thin and eagle's cock so big and powerful that he slid through like a hot knife through warm butter, his weakly-kicking legs flailing inside of the shaft, his heels repeatedly striking the bottom, sending little splashes of cum everywhere, until with a slurp his skinny legs, soaking tail and flexing feet were sucked through the ring and the young masseur tumbled head over heels into an enormous chamber that gaped open, swallowing him into complete darkness. He landed in a pool of white goo that he took to be cum, and lay there for a moment before pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, squinting, trying to see in the darkness, feeling about with his hands, groping them along the fleshy walls.

"Ah, there we go," rumbled Tris' voice from outside. "Now you just sit back and let me do the rest..."

The chamber began to rapidly fill with more of the thick, white slime which was almost definitely cum, Edwin decided. Thoughts of drowning in the stuff was beginning to make him panic a bit, but it was nothing he hadn't endured before, so he soon calmed. He rubbed and kneaded along the fleshy walls, giving his customer turned predator the internal massage he wanted, and as he did so the level of white goo began rising, because the more he rubbed, the more cum oozed forth, soon lapping at his knees, his cock straining urgently, a perfect outline of it through the spandex of the skimpy blue speedo he wore, his arousal increasing, massaging harder on every available surface as he felt the warm liquid rising over his waist, submerging his aching, concealed maleness in it.

The balls suddenly gurgled and sloshed lewdly, adding more cum to Tris' orbs. Edwin moved around, making slimy splashing noises as he felt his elbows in it now, panting, eager to finish up before the eagle's balls finished him, until finally, he could work no longer, and his strength gave out. He stopped, and leaned against the fleshy wall for support, only to groan in numb pain at his weakened arm, his hand slipping, and he slid unceremoniously under the surface with a barely audible "glurp." Bubbles rose slowly to the surface. Beneath it, Edwin twitched weakly, feeling as though he was swimming through hot syrup. He slid a hand inside of his speedo, his fingers touching and teasing along his aching member. They slowly encircled it and he began to jerk himself off as he floated in the thick jizz.

Outside, Tris groaned, his cock pulsing hard in preparation for what was coming next. Or cumming next, rather. His slit opened wide and slick pre oozed from his slit. The lights of the massage room reflected downward through his clear ooze and all the way to his base, at which point his inner ring opened up again, and Edwin could see a small light through the pool of cum he was practically drowning in. As the lack of oxygen got to him, the squirrel's body reacted instinctively, and he breached the surfaced, still pumping his fist along his erection inside his speedo, tongue sticking out as he tried to cough up a throat full of cum which he'd accidentally inhaled. It was slowly choking him. He came fiercely within the confines of the speedo, adding his own meager load to the gallons of cum he was swimming in, his body wracked by a powerful orgasm that delighted him intensely, setting his entire body abuzz even as he strangled on the cum filling his throat. He tried to cough the semen up, and at first all he did was blow a jizz buggle that swelled and swelled, as though Edwin were blowing obscene bubble gum, and then with a mighty cough, the jizz bubble burst and he puked up the cum he was choking on, and paused for a moment, taking a deep, grateful gasp of air.

His fur began to melt off of his body. The inevitable outcome of being swallowed down someone's cock and remaining inside their balls for too long was already taking place, his form splattering onto the fleshy walls of the eagle's testicles, leaving him slowly meltinf down inside of Tris, turning into more cum. Upon realizing this, the squirrel let loose a moan, and he could feel himself coming apart, his body softening as though he were made of wax and being exposed to an open flame.

He coughed up more cum, realizing it was his internal organs melting and liquefying, his eyes blinking rapidly, before they, too, suddenly went, running in thick rivulets down his dissolving cheeks leaving behind empty sockets. As his nose caved in, his tongue stuck out a final time, lolling, and even as it, too, started to go, he lost his grip and slid backwards, blind and fading fast, slipping quietly under the surface of the cum that had risen to fill the entire chamber top to bottom. And this time, he didn't come back up. A single bubble rose, burst, and the surface was still.

Just another day on the job for Edwin Grimaldi. His entire body was slowly transformed by the eagle's highly efficient reproductive organs, churned into nothing but cum. Glorp. Gurgle.

Tris leaned back on the massage table, still idly stroking his cock as his orbs churned. He couldn't feel the squirrel in his balls anymore, figuring that he must have already been converted into more of his seed. "Well," he observed, "got as much as you did before you melted. Would have liked a little more since I did pay for full body, after all, but what can you do? There's always next time, I suppose."

His hyper member throbbed harder as he jacked his dick with one hand, and soon he hit his blessed peak. Edwin, or what used to be Edwin, shot forth in a thick, slimy gout, and covered every single surface of the room, painting it thoroughly. Thick globs dripped slowly off of the ceiling and the walls. His speedo stuck to the wall for a moment before slowly sliding down and landing on the floor with a wet, thick plop.

"Well, gotta admire your dedication to your work, Edwin," the eagle said, panting slightly.

Drip. Drip. Splut. Glorp. This was the only reply.

The eagle soon got off of the massage table and left the room to go and pump some iron and hit the showers, his hyper arousal still lightly dripping, and still rock hard.

On the way out later, having put on his clothing, a brown jacket without a shirt and a pair of jeans that masterfully hid his monstrous package, he ran into Chad. The muscular gray wolf in the red speedo who served as the gym's head instructor smiled and said, "Say there, how was your first day with us?"

"Fuckin' fantastic," Tris replied. "Especially the massage. You're definitely gonna wanna hose down that room."

Chad chuckled and the big eagle pushed open the door and stepped out into the night.

The End.