Clover scrolled on his phone, double-checking he put the address in right when he got the map he followed here. He’d never been to the bar in person. Sure, the website had nice pictures and a lot of good reviews, but his interview had been done over the phone. 
The young bull sighed and got out of his car. The hatchback was small, befitting his short stature. Unlike most would expect, he was barely five feet tall not including his long ears and the short nubs of what might someday become horns. He was a slender bovine, shoulders and hips around the same width, which was a resounding not very wide at all. His waist curved inward somewhat, giving his body a more feminine look. He didn’t particularly mind that, after all it’s not like he was lugging an udder around, so he was still clearly a boy. 
Sighing and checking the time, Clover locked his car up, and continued his route on foot, his bare hooves tapping on the pavement. It wasn’t too long at all before his phone cheerily announced he’d arrived at his destination. 
Looking up at the building, the bull stood still for a few moments, his tail flicking about behind him. Above the entrance was a classic lightbulbs in a metal box sign spelling out the name of the establishment: In the Mix. Looking over the bold, blocky letters, Clover double checked his phone again, before movement caught his eye.
A tall kangaroo with a broad chest came out the front door, and set about tidying the many laminates in a plastic case affixed to the wall next to the entrance.
“Excuse me?” Clover approached cautiously, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Bar doesn’t open for another half hour. You can wait if you want.” The kangaroo said without looking.
“Oh, I know. I mean, it’s my first day. Kerry told me I had the new server job?” The slender bovine felt uncertain.  What if he’d accidentally come to the wrong place…
The marsupial turned his head, looking the boy cow over, before fishing out his phone. He held the phone out at arm’s length, eyes darting between Clover and the image on the screen. Finally, the kangaroo nodded. “Clover, right? You know there’s an employee entrance round back?”
Clover nodded, clearly relieved, then blushed a bit. “Oh, right. Duh. Sorry to bug you…” He turned to walk around. 
The kangaroo sighed, “Just this once, you can come in this way.” He opened the door. 
“He can come in any way he likes as long as he’s on time.” A cheerful voice rolled out the entrance. In contrast to the kangaroo’s rough bass of a voice, this one was a smooth, rich baritone. 
The tenor perked, recognizing the voice from the phone. He approached the door, eyes adjusting to the dark after the evening sun. There was standing a tall wolf, about the same height as the kangaroo, wearing a glossy waist-apron and nothing else apparently. As Clover’s eyes adjusted further, he realized that the wolf was as glossy as his apron. “W-woah.”
Kerry chuckled. “First time seeing a goo critter, I suppose.” His form was the color of caramel, an opaque amber, with a candy gloss. “It’s okay, I like getting gawked at. Better get it out of the way before work.” He winked playfully, before looking past Clover to the kangaroo. “Riberry, has there been any shrinkage in the menus out there?”
The marsupial, presumably Riberry, shook his head. “No, same count as closing last night.”
Clover looked back and forth between his new coworkers as they spoke, wondering if everyone here was that much taller than him.
“Good.” The wolf held out a handpaw to Clover, and, as if reading the bull’s thoughts, or likely, his expression and body language, he got shorter, matching the young bovine’s height and getting thicker all over.
Clover blushed at the sight. “Y-you don’t have to change to make me comfortable.” He slowly reached out his hand to take the offered paw, the blunt hoof-like tips of the digits sliding smoothly against the glossy surface.
Kerry laughed, squeezing his new employee’s hand firmly as he twisted to start walking, guiding Clover along. The apron didn’t have a back, giving the bull a view of his wide lupine backside. “I knew you’d be a good fit here. Some people get creeped out by that sort of thing.” As he spoke he eased back up to his previous height, slimming down and getting a more toned rump for his new employee to oogle. He pushed open a door that was labeled Employees Only, and headed back towards some open cubby boxes. Most contained a folded set of clothes, as glossy and black as the goo wolf’s apron.
The bull perked, noticing one of the cubbies at his eye level had a little placard with his name on it. 
“I do my best to be prepared.” Kerry smiled warmly. “That’s your uniform you’ll be wearing on shift. Don’t worry if it seems like it won’t fit, it’s enchanted.”
Clover reached into the cubby to pick up the clothing, before looking around. 
The wolf sat onto a nearby bench. “No changing room back here, but I’m sure that’s to be expected considering what kind of bar this is.”
Blushing, the bull nodded. Part of the interview process was sending this guy nudes, after all. He set the clothes back down, before stripping out of his streetwear. Clover quivered a little bit, feeling his boss’ eye on him, and couldn’t help starting to smile. He’d gotten this job because of his body, in part, why be ashamed?
Kerry idly traced shapes on his belly with one hand as he watched his new server undress, and then unfurl the uniform. It was consisted of a halter top with the bar’s logo and ‘In the Mix’ that only covered the chest and a pair of hip-hugging booty shorts. “The customers are going to love you, Clover.”
The bovine turned, the uniform accentuating his narrow waist and cupping his maleness into a round glossy package between his thighs. His tail flicked around behind him, his blush nearly gone. “You really think so?”
The wolf stood up and placed a paw on the bull’s shoulder. “Definitely. Now, let’s get you acquainted with the layout and your duties before opening, still got time for that.”
Clover nodded, smiling up at his new boss. 
Taking his hand again, Kerry lead the bull around, speaking as he moved. “Now, as a server your main duty will of course be taking orders and delivering them to people not sitting at the bar. However, as this is a kink bar, you will sometimes be expected to perform certain acts with patrons. Remember that you can refuse to serve anyone in that way, for any reason. Also, they have to pay and most importantly ask first. If someone tries to just grab you slap them with that whip of a tail.”
Clover held on, nodding as the information, most of which had already been covered in the interview, was gone over. 
The wolf continued, pushing open a door that was next to the employees only door, leading up a flight of stairs. He guided the bull up until he could see the hallway it lead into, and the other stairwell at the other end of it. “This is our on premises section. Patrons who would rather do their thing in private can come up here and make use of one of the rooms. Locking only from the inside, an “occupied” sign appears. However, there is a way to unlock from outside using a master key, so if we need to get into a room for any reason, we can. Safety is important in our line of work.” Kerry smiled, and started back down the stairs.
“What’re the other stairs?” Clover asked as he was pivoted.
“Oh, that’s the way up to the employee housing. If you want to, you can apply for a room up there. Only a couple of our servers and myself live on site. “ Kerry explained, continuing to guide the new server along. “Back here is the kitchen. Mostly you’ll be receiving completed food orders through here.” He slapped a paw onto a high counter set into an opening in the wall. 
Clover could just barely see up onto the counter, and indeed there was a nicely organized kitchen on the other side. 
“For drink orders you only have to pass them onto me and I’ll fill them.” Kerry smiled, guiding Clover back behind the bar itself, a myriad of tubs, bottles, garnishes, and mixing containers. “Don’t worry; it’s unlikely you’ll be called upon to work back here. I can spread myself pretty thin for when it gets to be crowded.”
Clover nodded, and looked at the clock. A minute left before opening. “I-Is that the full tour?”
“The Full Tour is a service on our menu.” The wolf winked playfully. “But yeah, that’s all you need to know for your first day. Other things we can get to when we get to them.” 
The clock began to chime. Clover pivoted to head out into the bar proper. 
Kerry held his hand firmly still. “Hold on a moment. You’re back here for a little bit longer.”
Another server, a hip-heavy raccoon with a snug skirt hardly covering his prodigious loins, came out of the back. “Hey boss, this the new meat?”
“This is JT, Clover. He’ll be on the same shift as you tonight, and you can ask him questions as well, if you have any.” The wolf explained, while nodding to the raccoon.
Blushing a bit and waving with his free hand, Clover dragged his eyes from the heavy sac to JT’s face. “Hi.”
“He’s precious. If he was a customer I’d be hoping he wanted to get racc-sacked.” The raccoon put one knee up on a stool and reached over the counter, offering his hand paw. “I’m Jun, by the way. Kerry seems to have a thing with two letter nicknames for raccoons.”
“They’re all the rage.” The goo wolf defended.
Clover took the offered paw with his hoofish hand. “Good to meet you. I hope we’ll have a good time working each othe— working with— working together.” The bull blushed all the deeper as he stumbled and caught himself.
“Kerry, I have to churn him into nutfat sometime, please.” Jun turned his head towards Kerry while still holding Clover’s hand. “Or even the whole package.  It is a moral imperative that I make this precious hoofer mine soon.” 
Clover whimpered before he knew what he was doing, and shuddered. He felt his shaft spurt pre into his uniform. Oddly, there was no wet feeling following it. He swallowed, slowly releasing Jun’s hand, as he remembered the wolf telling him the garments were enchanted.
The front door opened, and patrons started to head inside, the visage of Riberry outside checking ID visible between the passing bodies. 
“We’ll talk about this later, JT.” Kerry chuckled, rubbing his thumb across one of Clover’s palms.
The raccoon sighed in disappointment and got his leg off the stool, to the dismay of a few patrons enjoying the view from behind, and went to get started with his shift.
Once there was a certain number of patrons seated, Kerry spoke, his voice projecting to fill the whole bar but didn’t seem all that much louder than his normal speaking voice. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce the new server in our team. This is Clover. As such, the menu now includes his services. Now, before regular business starts, who here has an outstanding tab they’d like to settle now?”
Clover was blushing a little at being the center of attention, and still a bit from how Jun was talking about him, but started to relax as Kerry seemed to change the subject. The way patrons were looking at him, it was a little overwhelming, but it was also nice. Feeling desired. His shaft twitched in his shorts again, and he shifted his hooves.
Surprisingly, quite a few hands went up when asked for who wanted to pay off their tab. Clover wondered what that was about, as Kerry pointed to a tall, heavyset fox who’d raised his hand. “Alright Rey, you get the honors.”
“Honors..?” Clover asked quietly, as the fox approached the bar. The bull let out a surprised, undignified low as he was suddenly scooped up.
Kerry set Clover onto the bar, seated, facing himself. He held out a shot glass full of a clear amber liquid, similar in tone to his body. “Now, drink this, Clover. Your first service is gonna be a tab settlement.”
Clover took the glass and downed it unquestioningly, and finding it tasted sweet and savory at once. A warm tingle rushed over his body, before subsiding. “I’m guessing it isn’t just filling out this guy’s credit card information, huh?”
The goo wolf laughed. “Oh no. Tabs are settled here with a temping.”
The bull perked up, and blushed. According to the website, that meant he’d be eating that big fox, and then digesting him, and keeping him as fat for longer than just tonight. “O-oh.”
Kerry smiled warmly. “Is that okay? You can say no.”
Clover shook his head firmly. “I’m okay, I’m gonna do it. I’ve just… never eaten anyone.” 
The goo wolf patted his employee on the shoulder. “The potion you just drank will take care of all that, just enjoy yourself.” He easily pivoted Clover around to be sitting on the bar facing the big fox.
The patron was grinning eagerly, and had a very distinct bulge in his suit pants. The fox looked as though he’d just come from his white collar job, in a suit and tie. He was also over a foot taller than the bull, and over twice as broad in both dimensions. “R-really, I’m your first prey?”
Clover chuckled awkwardly. “Y-yeah…” His stomach rumbled, empty, and suddenly feeling needy. He felt himself start to drool as he looked over the fox.
“Talk about getting thrown in the deep end.” Another patron laughed nearby, but Clover wasn’t paying attention. 
He sat up as straight as he could on the bar, and reached out for the fox, grasping his shoulder. “Now, about your tab…” He trailed off, his jaws opening almost on their own. The bull felt his cheeks pass the point where they’d be burning with tension, and his jaws kept widening, until the fox’s full head could fit between them. And it did.
The fox let out a happy yip into the bull’s tongue, nuzzling into it and the uvula at the back his jaws, his brush flopping and flicking around behind him. He did his best to scrunch his shoulders up against his neck, in an attempt at making himself narrower for the inexperienced bovine.
Clover’s mind was set alight at the flavor of another sapient being, one that wanted to be his food. Slathering his drool into the vulpine’s facial fur and along his neck with his fat bull tongue, the effeminate server reached out to grab onto the fox’s coat and pull, his stomach complaining, begging to be filled with wriggling meat. He swallowed, and down in his shorts, he shot another gush of preseed from the wonderful sensation of stretching. 
The whole world was replaced for both the bull and the fox, with the other. The happy prey moaned into the esophageal folds, his face visible through the server’s throat, before delving down beneath the collarbone as another resounding gulp came out.
Distantly, Clover could hear cheering, but he wasn’t paying it any mind, grasping and swallowing, spreading his jaws further over the heavyset vulpine’s chest, then over his waist. The bull gripped the fox tightly on his love handles as he slammed his cloven hooves against the underside of the bar, pushing himself and the tremendous weight he was eclipsing forward. The hooves landed on the floor of the bar space as he used this change of position to get under his meal’s center of gravity, reaching up for the kicking legs.
He could feel the fox moaning more than hear it, vibrations against his insides just adding to all the pleasure. The vulpine’s hips quivered, as the tent of his own arousal landed on the bull’s tongue.
Clover could only just taste his delicious patron through his clothes, enough to counteract the blandness of fabric on its own. But the groin was saturated with that flavor. Earthy and savory. Delicious. He slathered his tongue along it and ground into the long bulge, swallowing again. His jaws closed tightly around the fox’s fat buttocks, pinning the base of his tail under blunt teeth. And all at once, the bull came.
Reaching back to grasp the bar to stay steady, the bovine shuddered as the sheer pleasure of stretching so much, of tasting a sapient being, of knowing he was going to become cow fat, and not just for tonight. It was too much. His shaft shuddered in his shorts, pumping out shot after shot of heavy cream. Not a drop stayed there to mess up his loins or the uniform itself, despite just how obvious it was through the stretchy material what his cock was up to. 
The fox muffledly followed suit, but his clothing didn’t have the protections that servers’ clothes did, and every drop seeped through the fabric to coat the hungry bull’s tongue.
The explosion of flavor sent Clover back into ravenous consumption, no longer unsteady, though his shaft continued its merry pumping. He grasped at the suited prey’s slacks and pulled while swallowing, the face bulging out his formerly trim stomach fading as the fox rotated to curl up, back of the head and shoulders pushing out over the bull’s hips.
It wasn’t long before a pair of kicking paws and the tip of the fluffy brush were all that kept the bovine from closing his mouth. The bull’s head had been tilted back since his rear left the bar top. He kept his strong stance, while his body was wracked in the orgasmic bliss of encompassing another. He swallowed firmly, getting the last of the patron out of sight, and then again, allowing the end of the bulge to descend his throat, and join the rest of the heavy fox. 
Clover sighed, stroking over his throat with one hand, working his jaws back into place together. As he recovered, he realized that the entire bar was cheering and applauding. He looked down, and his eyes widened. His belly was a boulder, somehow not touching the ground, and somehow not pulling him forward with its weight. He was still balanced perfectly on his hooves, and standing up straight. “Th-those potions are really something, Kerry.”
The goo wolf laughed behind the bar. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”