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. After a couple of seconds, Hank remembers he’s supposed to hate this pompous little puss. They go into a fancy restaurant with several other people enjoying their meals. 

“Pull out the chair, Bobo.” Milo says with a smile. The ape finds himself pulling the chair back before the feline sits down. Hank frowns and blushes as the ‘Horny Butler’ program thing still hasn’t gone off – his balls are beginning to tingle as his meat twitches in his pants. “Bobo, you will stand guard right beside me and be a good butler.” “Ghhh… Yessir.” Hank growls, his face going red as he can already feel the installed arousal start to channel in his penis. “Oh and one other thing.” Milo says under his breath, “While we are in public together, you are to answer to the name ‘Bobo’ and will refer yourself as such. Then again, there are already a list of approved phrases already being used for your convenience.” 

“Hhhhhhrrrrrrrr” The ape growls from all of this, but sure enough, the lap of his groin starts to push forward just from receiving instructions alone. A waiter came and took Milo’s order, not even bothering to ask Hank if he wanted anything. A while later, Hank notices that there are other large and beefy gentlemen standing about the gourmet dining hall, of them looking as stoic and formally dressed as he is. Yet Hank also notices he’s the only one with a clownishly colored suit. Can’t this fucking pussy at least change the damn color??? An hour later, Milo is patting his muzzle with a napkin before he puts his credit card on the check, “May I interest you in some dessert, sir?” Asked the waiter. “No need. I have all the dessert I need following me around.” The cat says as he reaches up and grabs the ape’s cheeks and wiggling his face around some. “Understood, Mr Milo. Please come again.” The waiter says after he charged and returned the credit card. The feline snaps his fingers as he passed the ape. “Come, Bobo.”
 
“Ghh! Yessir, thank you sir.” Hank reluctantly says as he follows his fake boss. The monkey’s shades shields his eyes from darting place to place. He knows he’s walking with a full erection without even looking down, and a LOT of people are staring at him. After another trip down the elevator, Hank and Milo enter a tiled area with partially dressed and nude men here and about. Milo goes to a locker and unlocks the digitally locked container before he turns to his big and tall shofar. 

“Bobo. Disrobe me, and hang my clothes up neatly.” 

“Yessir, thank you so much, sir.” Hank says before he curses himself internally. Why does he keep THANKING him?! Thank him for what?! This throbbing atrocity between his legs that won’t go down?! The gorilla removed the cat’s ivory coat and hung it up. Next was loosening the yellow tie and taking it off before he unbuttoned the polyester shirt. Following up was the large monkey to kneel down to obediently untie and take off the cat’s shoes. The ape leers at the smug expression on Milo’s face as he unbuckles the feline’s belt and pulls down his slacks and hung them up as well. Hank blushes hard and tries so hard to look away as he peels down the tabby’s violet satin boxershorts, grimacing as his boner only gets harder from looking at Milo’s soft bubblegum pink member above his white velvet balls. Once naked, Milo puts a towel over his shoulder and walks off. “As a member of the Centron Family, I get my own private shower room.” Milo says with a cocky grin. “You get to be one on the very few people who get to enter. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you take a bath too.” “Bobo don’t care, jackass.” 

“Hey!” The cat turns and glares at the gorilla, earning an equally piercing gaze right back, “Bobo doesn’t insult his master. Bobo praises and flirts with his master. Understand?” 

“No.” 
 
“Hmph. VCF System Function Number 016. Code Name: Contained Clothing.” The suit beeps once more before the cat jabs a few buttons onto the belt, and then shoved his thumb down on the buckle. “Hgh!” Hank irks as he looks at his left hand. -BOOMP- His hand turns into a large hollow ball with his fingers wiggling about before they each swell into shiny white sausages. The ape panics as he looks at his other hand. -BOOMP- 

The same sudden bloat happens to his other hand with both of them inflating at a slow rate. The gorilla gaps as he looks down, and sees his shoes strain under some bowling ball-shaped ankles. “Hengh!” 

-Fffffgggghhhh- Hank hears a balloon blowing sound inside his head as he suddenly feels light-headed. The ape’s gloves and ankles continued to grow as his head expands from the collar of his suit, swelling twice, up to three times the size of his own body – with his body perfectly normal inside his suit. “Now.” The cat takes Hank’s bowtie after he gets those bulging eyes’ attention, “What DOESN’T Bobo do?” He tightens the gorilla’s tie, making Hank’s lips pop roundly on his face. 
“Insult master!” Hank answers – his voice his comically squeaky as his head continues to inflate, “Insult master!” The ape’s head inflates as his voice rises in pitch, now turning into a large, goofy blimp with cartoon-like eyes and ears popping into bigger sizes. “And what does Bobo do instead?” Milo tightens the gorilla’s tie some more, making the ape’s eyes, ears, and tongue bulge in the strain. “Praise him! Praise him!” Hank squeals like a chipmonk on meth.
 
“Aaaannnnd?” The cat hisses, the gorilla’s beachball hands only having five nubs on each one while the balloons above his fine shoes continue to inflate. “Daaaooooooo” Hank’s funny voice whines as his head gets tighter and larger, “Flirt da kittyyyyy! Flirt da… Dirty… Kittyyyyy.” “Good.” Milo said firmly as he turns a knob on the belt, and releases the air from the ape’s head, hands, and ankles. The primate squeals as the air rushes out of his mouth before he gets back to normal, rubbing his neck and rolling out his tongue. “That’s enough defiance for now, Boner-Boy.” Milo scolds, “Come.”

“Haagghh” Hank gags before he catches up just as the tabby opens up the densely shaded fluted obscure glass doors. “Welcome to m-” Milo stops mid-sentence. The shower section has up to 6 cubbies of which six separate men are to shower with, and the far left one is currently in use. Rinsing off his black and brown fur, a mid-aged cat lets the water run down his head, before he looks his orange eyes look up. Milo frowns as he leers back at the older cat before he walks in and goes to the middle front cubby. Milo snaps his fingers, getting the attention of the ape. Hank looks and sees Milo pointing his fingers down at the opening of the stall, prompting the programmed criminal to hurriedly step over, and then turn around to face entrance, with his back turned to the white and orange tabby. “Milo. You’re looking well.” The other cat says, “You weren’t present for your niece’s 5th birthday.” 

“And which kitten is that again?” Milo says as he starts to run the water, “I tend to lose count.” 

“Don’t back talk me, boy.” “As it happens, I was busy on that day and I couldn’t attend. I assume she had a decent party nonetheless? Or did my old shed disappoint you?”

“The shed doesn’t disappoint me, Milo.” The black calico says. “Of course not.” A pause goes by as the showers run. Hank stands at the ready, relieved to feel his hard-on subside while listening to the tension in the air. “I see you finally heeded my advice and hired a vassal.” The cat says, “Isn’t that one of your costumes he is wearing?” 

“Yes. The cleaners were late with his laundry so I lent him one of my old projects.” 

“I see. How charitable of you to donate your old rags to the help.” This cat’s voice is even more cold and monotone than Milo’s. The younger cat grits his teeth from those words while the black and brown feline washes his back, “You always did have a preference for exotic pets.”
 
“He’s at least better than the rabble you line up for me. Has only been on the clock for 2 hours and he has already performed exuberantly compared to the last imbecile you dispatched, Father.” ‘FATHER?!’ Hank yelped in his mind, ‘This guy is the head of Centronic Industries?! THE Vector Van Centron?!’ “That’s enough of your tone, Milo.” Vector says as he turns off the water to his shower and takes his towel and walks around the 4-foot tall stalls and then came to the towering ape. The black calico observes the primate up and down before offering his paw. “My name is Vector. Vector Van Centron XIV. I am sure you have heard of me.” While his father’s attention is drawn to the wide frame of the athletic gorilla, Milo taps and presses a few things on the back of Hank’s belt, and turned off the current file. “Me Bobo, sir. I-I mean Robert.” Hank says as he shakes the paw with both of his huge, leathery hands. “‘Bobo’?” The cat raises his brow. “His nickname, Father. His real name is Robert Douglas Buttuski.” Milo tells him, “Before you get any ideas, it is a coincidence.” 

“No need to get defensive, Milo. I learned a long time ago not to meddle with your pets.” Vector says, “I expect you to do your job, Mr… Buttuski, was it?” 

“I-It’s Russian…” Hank says nervously. “I see. Well, get to it then.” Vector then takes his towel and throws it at the gorilla’s face. Hank peers down and sees the cat holding his arms open, “Dry me up, Mr Buttuski, if you please.” “Yessir, thank you!” Hank says before he takes the towel and starts to race it around the man’s shoulders. Milo’s pupils turn into slits as he watches his smug father enjoy the fast drying from the ape. Hank ruffles on Vector’s head, his shoulders, buffing the calico’s bottom fast and flossing the towel into his thighs and drying the cat’s package. Hank pumps both legs up and down to finish drying the damp fur. “Not bad.” Vector answered. His eyes drift down to see the gorilla’s crotch is round and outlined. “Goodnight, Milo.” 

“Father.” He answered without turning around. “Oh, and by the way. Your Cousin William reported that there was a jailbreak in the Short Circuit. An inmate G0R1 has gone missing. Namely, number 427.”

“Yes, I am well aware. It’s why everyone had to drop everything they were doing before proceeding with the evening.” “Since your vassal is a gorilla, I thought I should warn you ahead of time about the standard procedure. Eventually, Mr Buttuski will be called within a line-up until #G0R1-427 has been located and detained.”

“I see.”

“Shouldn’t be more than 5 minutes out of your time. Thought I should just let you know.”

“I see. Thank you, Father.”

“Goodnight.” Vector opens the glass doors and walks out. After a minute, Hank feels Milo shove past him. He watches the dripping tabby tap the numbers onto the security lock of the doors, and set them to LOCK MODE. “GRRR!” Milo’s fist slammed on the glass door, “Hcchhssss!” He hissed viciously before he turns around and walks back to his shower. “… So. Your PRIVATE shower?”
 
“Shut up!” Milo spat, “This is the family reserve shower, you hairy dolt.” “You’re a lot more irritable now than an hour ago, pussy cat.” “I said shut up, Hank.” 

“Hahahaha, what happened to ‘Bobo’?” Hank taunted. “I had to turn it off, and it’s a file that I can’t turn right back on. That still doesn’t mean you’re free to mock me, you delinquent brute.”
 
“Yeah, yeah, right. I’m still gonna burst out of here first chance I get.” “You still think it’ll be that easy, huh?” Milo growls lowly. “I gotten outta worse.” The ape smirked, “And gotten away from bigger and smarter guys than you. Hour, week, even a month, I always get my ass out in the end, I mean I got out of Short Circuit, didn’t I-” “VCF System Function Number 010.” Milo says, “Code Name: Wardrobe/Sexy Busboy.” 

“What??” Hank blinks before he looks down to see his pink and white tuxedo recede and fold into itself again. In seconds, Hank’s face goes red as he is reduced to wearing a white bowtie, tuxedo cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and a pink speedo. “H- Yhou- Fuckin stop that right now!” Still having a very athletic body, Hank can’t decide whether to cover his bulge or cover his ass. Milo purrs as he looks at Hank’s muscular bubble butt. The cat walks up to the ape, his height just a couple of feet above Hank’s waistline, and traces his paws on that perfect bottom. “Hahaha, you have a perfect rear end both fat AND fit.” The gorilla frowns as he tenses, ending up flexing his buttocks and showing those defined dimples. Milo reaches up to the showerhead, and tilts it up to rain hot water onto Hank’s back. “OH! Oooh, hoooh!” Hank jumbles a bit as the hot water rushes through his back fur. The feline hugs the stud from behind and rubs himself onto the cascade of rushing shower water, rubbing over his sculpted back, his manly rump and almost dry humping him. Hank’s eyes goes cross again as he goes into a sort of daze, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the hot water soaks him in. It has been a long, long time since he’s had a hot bath. Short Circuit Jail showers only provide cold or cool water, because warmth is just too luxurious for hardened criminals. He doesn’t even care there’s a rich and spoiled brat groping and molesting his backside right now; the simple-minded primate is in a state of clueless euphoria. “Haaahhh… Aallhhh waallhh waahhh…” The gorilla nearly drools for a minute before he blinks after a moment. His ass is starting to feel particularly wet, like the water is just rushing all around his bottom. He looks over his shoulder and raises his eyebrows at the cat rinsing his butt with the showerhead, “A-Ah, what do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Don’t mind me, Hank. I just want to wash my new pet thoroughly…” Milo rubs the pouring showerhead against Hank’s beautiful bum as the water continues to splatter at their feet, ducking the speedo strap down and nudging Hank’s wet crack. Hank gasped as he feels his taint spritzed and pushed. “Nonononono don’t you dare, fuckball!” Hank warns, “Don’t you dare shove that up my- BAAWWWOOOOOOOOO!” Hank howls out just when Milo pushes the showerhead smoothly into Hank’s rump before that pink pucker slides easily around the neck of the shower. 

“The suit does wonders for your durability.” Milo says as the shower room’s sound echoes their voices and the humming sound coming from the ape. “Take it out! Take it outta my butt!” Hank yanks at the hose behind him, but it refuses to budge. “UuuhhoooooOOOoooh!” The gorilla shudders as his legs feel the intense hot rush. He looks down and sees his bare feet swelling. His toes thicken as he wiggles them, the rounded digits sloshing a little as his ankles start to dissolve in his pelt. Milo licks his lips and purrs as Hank’s legs fill with water, gurgling as the ape staggers a bit, his legs wobbling while his rear starts to expand as well. Hank’s butt expands as his fur stretches over his enormous mounds, giving his sexy monkey one heck of a ghetto ass. That cat purrs as he grabs onto Hank’s sides and gives them press and grab, feeling at those developing love handles. Hank winces as his lower body gets completely hot – like standing in an invisible hot tub. His round thighs grow before his eyes as they push around his package. The ape’s pelvis reshapes into a large round object as he grows more and more onto the pressure. While Milo reaches back and turns the knob of the shower to increase the waterflow, Hank whines as he looks at his abs start to melt into his previous dome of a midsection. His belly hums with water as it slowly grows bigger and bigger, blooming forward as he begins to resembled a black and grey blob. As the hot water continues to surge into the gorilla’s body, his hips widen and groan as his pink speedo turns into a tight sumo strap. “U-Uarrp!” Hank burps and gulps down as he sees his glorious pecs start to fatten up with his stomach. His gut sags in front of him while his moobs bob lightly above his growing round pool, his nipples swelling into thick rubber stoppers as his starts to brush at his heated chest. His feet lose strength before they start slipping! 
“Wuhh!” Hank staggers as his flubbery legs kick and slip while his hands grab onto the sides of the shower stall, his filling body easily getting too heavy to support, “Errrfff! Nuu, nnnooouuuurrr!” The gorilla irks before he falls onto his massive butt! An enormous mass flattens from the ape’s body before it instantly turns into a gigantic roll that jumps up from the gorilla’s rotund gut, booming his pecs and ballooning his face cheeks. “Booooboooboobooobbbb” The water balloon gorilla spouts a gush of water from his mouth for a good few seconds before he gulps and gurgles. The momentum bounces down into the oceanic depths of his ballooned body before the torrent pushes up again and makes him spurt out another small fountain. Hank irks as finds that his also unable to move his arms as he wobbles dramatically. Milo sneers as those hands get shiny and squishy as every movement makes his limbs wobble with their rounded look. The cat finally pulls the shower head from the ape’s broad backside, and picked up a bar of soap – a big one. 

Hank’s face gets red as he feels his pucker squeezing and pulling back the showerhead before it comes out with a comical -POP- and he can feel his butthole gush freely with the water! Milo puts the football-sized bar of soap to Hank’s pink stretched donut, and gives it a hard shove! “ORRP!” Hank gurgles as he feels a huge plug shove up his butt, and the rain of the shower now resumed to pouring on his now enormous back. “VCF System Function Number 025. Code Name: Shape/Balloon.” Milo says. “Bbbrrbbrrbbk!” Hank gurgles as his jiggling body morphs into a giant orb-like shape; much like when he was inflated with helium and air, his body is like that of a round blob, with only his head, hands and feet bloated around his body. “Very nice~” Milo purrs as he pushes his arms onto the big amorphous waterbed of a monkey, “VCF System Function Number 025. Code Name: Shape/Fat Boy.” He snickered. “Bllggrrbb!” Hank’s spherical body then changes again. Still sitting on his twin furry globes of an ass contained in his speedo, Hank now sports a very obese belly with a pair of fat manboobs with bobbing corks of nipples, while his legs gurgle and stir with his arms resting on either side. His height is now doubled in size, looking more like a giant plush gorilla with a skin-tight diaper. 

“Mrrmmbbb… Boobeerrmbb…” Try as he might, Hank finds that he is now unable to talk. His lips feel so heavy, as his mouth too has absorbed too much liquid. “Hahaha, you should really see how absurd and hilarious you look.” Milo smirked as he winds his arm up, and gives the gorilla a hard spank! The speedo clad ass dramatically wobbles and spreads the massive jiggle across his body. Hank irks and whines as he can feel every roll of water glide in the ripples of his skin. “Boorboorrmbbblllgglll!” Hank gurgles as he jiggles out of his controls. “What’s that now? You’re still feeling parched?” Milo asks with a playful grin. “Baarrgglllsshh! Pbbrrppp!” Hank sputters with water in response, unable to refuse the feline’s teasing. His eyes then spot the cat walking around in front of him – how did he get there?? Wasn’t he behind him because the overbloated ape was blocking the cubby?? “I have been wondering just how much the suit can stretch.” Milo ponders as he rubs his chin, “VCF System Function Number 010. Code Name: Wardrobe/Supersuit.” 

The gorilla hears the click and hum before his whole body feels tight(er) and cramped instead of exposed and free. He looks down at his massive pink and white form, still wobbling gently from the sudden change in attire. “Hmm. Seems a bit thin…” Milo observes as he pinched the stretchy fabric of the suit, “I designed the suit to be able to withstand the size of a parade float. I suppose it could do with a small crash course for now…” The tabby glances up and sees the ape’s blubbery face blinking. “Oh, don’t worry, waterboy.” Milo grins, “Even if the suit does rip, it will merely mend itself when I restore you to normal size… IF I restore you to normal size~” 
“Brrrbbrbrbrbrrrr…!” Hank scowls. This pussy is lying! They have to leave the showers eventually. It’s not like he’s going to be here all night! He CAN’T be here all night… Milo has to restore him eventually… He can’t be a living waterbed forever… Can he? “Ok, my wonderful blob boy~” Milo says as he rubs his paw on Hank’s very squishy gut. 

CLAP
CLAP
 
Milo claps his paws together, and a mechanical hose buzzed around the shower stall. Hank watches as the shower head clicks and shifts until it turns into what appears to be a nozzle of a waterbottle. “Activate VCF System Function Number 062.” Milo says, “Code Name: Thirsty.” “Rrhh!” Hank’s eyes bug out. He suddenly feels EXTREMELY empty! He’s still massive and full of water, but the gorilla feels as though he has not taken a single drink after crossing a vast, merciless wasteland! His throat shivers as his balloon-like hands wring on either side of him. For the first time since he was inflated, he is able to raise his huge fat arms, squirting bits of water from his cartoonish lips as he reaches for the hose like Tantalus in the River Styx! “Mmpphh! Eeerrmmpph!” “That’s the spirit, blubberbutt.” Milo sneers as he moves the shower hose forward. The waterlogged monkey is rewarded for his sudden hardcore thirst before his poofy mitts grasp onto the hose and shoved the large nozzle RIGHT in his slug-like lips! “*Squlch, gulp, gulllck, gulp*” Hank feels immediate satisfaction as he instantly sucks down a few gulps of water, his cheeks ballooning to the size of coconuts before the big bulge shrinks down his throat and into the pre-established ocean inside him. Oblivious to the additional damage he is causing himself, Hank’s stomach stirs as it grows slowly as he drinks. Milo purrs with his tail swerving behind him as he watches the ape’s ‘hips’ spread around him, giving Hank’s massive body more of an enormous pear shape as he goes. “Mnnnhhh, yes, my very stupid monkey…~” Milo purrs as he goes to the override controls of this shower room, tapping the virtual buttons and turning the knob, “Drink up until I’ve had your fill~” He turns the knob once, twice, thrice, four times, and then a fifth. Hank’s cheeks boom in size like a pair of watermelons on either side of his face before they shrink down as he gulps it down, and then again with another drink! It’s not enough. It will never be enough! He needs to drink an entire lake! Water as never tasted so fucking good! At this rate, he’ll be hydrated for months! The suit starts to make stretching sounds as more water pours into Hank’s body. His entire pelvic region continues to bulge into a massive round shape as his legs pushed further and further out while his butt starts to squish and press out of the shower stall. Hank’s eyes frame with worry and a bit of fear as he can feel his body start to creak while he feels the water pour into his throat. “You never disappoint, I must say~” Milo purrs as his arms roam about the broadside of the very warm and growing water balloon, “I think you are going to make for a very fine toy~”