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Battat had walked into a massacre.
Everywhere he looked, Pippins were gathered in huddles to comfort each other. Zappers stood with their heads hung low, deep sighs leaving them. A shadowguy was getting fanned as he laid across the couch, his peers offering some sort of comfort in soft little honks. Ramb’s bar in particular was busier then average, and the little green Pippins had to fight to muscle his way into a seat.
“Ah, evenin’ luv,” Ramb said, a haggard look to his own sockets as he leaned on the counter, “Getcha the -“
At one end of the bar, Lanino wailed, sobbing into his hands while Elnina brushed his back, “There there, my moonbeam. Let’s switch you to water, okay?”
“The usual?” Ramb finished with a grimace.
“What in the hell happened??” Battat asked, slapping palms down on the bar, “It’s like a tornado came through here!!”
“Well, you’re half right.” Ramb said, fixing up a glass with his handy bar towel, “You forget which day it is?”
“Which day it-“ Sharp, sudden clarity hit Battat. He put a hand to his mouth, leaning elbows on the bar, “Oh no… is it-?”
“Afraid so.” Ramb nodded. “Contract renewal day.”
Cause Tenna always saved the Mikes for last… “Where’s he at now?” I have to warn the other Mikes!
“Surprised he hasn’t hit you yet.” Ramb thumbed over his shoulder, “Though last I saw, he was making his way to the C rank room. I imagine you got a minute at least.”
“Make the usual to go then??” Cause as a Mike, Battat knew what sort of folks worked around the ranking rooms. And if Tenna was already on a warpath, he was gonna come out swinging before too long.
Maybe if he was lucky, he’d have just enough time to get to the other Mikes and say his prayers before it was too late.
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To say Tenna was in a bad mood was an understatement.
It had been a snowball effect. First, a stunt yesterday. It had wowed the crowd as he leapt and pirouetted through the air, but had done no kindness to his back. A kinked wire or dislocated section in his spine sent stinging nettles of pain through his back all through the morning broadcast.
The second had been realizing that today was the day most of his employee’s contracts were to expire. Which meant finding each and every one of them to discuss the terms of their agreement. Normally? He would be more chipper for the process, as he gleefully went over all the new loopholes and fine print he expertly wove into the text. But he wasn’t in the mood today. He was more like a hunter - stalking down halls for any wayward darkners to sink his teeth into, tearing them apart with lances at their work ethic, budgetary spending, and even appearance of their uniforms. Each time ending in teardrops on a freshly signed paper that he had in a stack beneath one of his arms, a gold star sticker on each completed contract.
The third, and the most vital to his sour mood, was the anniversary. He didn’t have to say which one it was. Most could tell just from one look at his screen and the bark in his voice that his pain was of a mental persuasion as much as a physical one. But he didn’t need to talk about it. He didn’t need to worry about it at all!! He was doing just fine after all! Stepping up as the boss because nobody else was doing it! And it was fine!! So fine and good actually!!
… ahem. But! Obviously, the most important thing was the contracts of course. Couldn’t let anyone run around contract free!! If they got hurt, he could get sued! And god forbid anyone make a union under his perfectly straight and sharp nose! No way, no how! It had been the fuel to his fire, the heels beneath his ridiculous yellow shoes as he stomped down halls and stages, tracking almost everyone down at this point to give a swift and thorough negotiation and their name signed in fine print and ink. He only had a few more… bothersome employees he needed to find left.
Which is how Tenna found himself opening the door to the rank C room with a long creaaaaak of its hinges, and flipped on the lights.
Within the center of the room, nestled back against the wall, was a single water cooler. It was the kind found in most office settings or backstage studios - clear jug on top with crystalline water that bubbled from time to time as the water adjusted to gravity. A stack of little paper cones on one side, with two spigots and a plug in base that kept the water on top coming out perfectly cool. At least, that’s what it was supposed to do.
“I’m sure you can guess why I’m here.” He started, fixing his tie and pulling a water stained contract from the pile. “It’s time to discuss your future here at TV Time.”
The water cooler eloquently bubbled back at him.
“I’ve received some… complaints about your performance recently.” Tenna began, a twitch to his brow as he huffed, “Some things we need to address before we move forward with signing you on for another year.”
“Bublé.” It gurgled.
“Tch,” Tenna forced a smile, “For starters - I've marked here -“ he checked over the paper, “That darkners have often complained that your refreshments aren’t coming out as chilled as they’re supposed to. In addition, you have often failed to properly stock your station and left thirsty clientele to be forced to cup their hands in order to get a beverage from you. Thirdly-“
“Glubble-“
“Thirdly is your little attitude problem.” Another twitch to his case, Tenna’s claws snagging at the edges of the paper, “You have repeatedly given lip to my valued guests on the show, and to make matters worse - you’ve even had the audacity to pick fights with some of them!!” Tenna bared his teeth, “I can’t have you harassing my show stars! Even if they did only make C-rank! They’re still important to keeping this studio afloat!”
“Blubble-“
“And I know fully well that you know that. Which is why-“ Tenna takes a deep breath and smooths his antennae back, then claps his hands together, “I’m fully prepared to let bygones be bygones. You’re still an important member of our studio here at TV Time after all, and clearly what you just need is some… motivation to clean up your act some!”
The water cooler stood silently.
Tenna beamed, “Which is why I took the liberty of some… minor alterations to last year’s contract.” He held it out, alongside a pen to the clear case of the water cooler’s top, “As you can see, your vacation time is still intact, as are your standard fifteen, stickers for good behavior, and -“
A froth of bubbles came from the cooler, followed by an indignant burble.
Tenna stood fully upright, leaned back in alarm, his back giving a painful twinge that made him wince. “What?? TWO HOURS??” He leans back in again, increasing his size with a growl, “Alright listen - I called this a negotiation but you’re not the one with a leg to stand on! This is for your own benefit!”
Again, the water churned, beginning to go from a calm and soothing blue to an angry red color.
“The pay cut is part of it!!” He sneered, “Because maybe you won’t be such a sourpuss if I give you the incentive to work towards something bigger and better! Just try and think of it from my perspective! Do you know how hard it is to have to keep fielding complaints against you?”
“Guuuurrrrrggglll…” The water cooler trembled in place.
“It’s only for a year anyway! Prove me wrong, and maybe I’ll even throw in a raise for you at the end of the quarter.” Tenna gave a vicious grin, “I’d wager that’s more than-“
The water cooler exploded with a loud, harsh BANG that left Tenna’s case ringing and his antennae standing on end. “-fair?!” He croaked, as he was knocked flat on his ass.
From the popped jug on top of the cooler, a gaggle of mizzles emerged from the depths of the white console, and before Tenna even knew what was happening, several of them went to his arms and legs, pinning them down with surprising speed.
“Wh- HEY! What do you think you’re doing??” He said, struggling to break their hold. A quick zap and a painful twinge in his spine talked him out of it. Struggling against them would send water into whatever open joint they wanted - or worse, stain his perfect suit right after it’d been dry cleaned - so he quickly laid himself prone to avoid the hassle. “Grrrr… if you think I’m not going to rework my draft for this, you’ve got another thing-“
“Let me be opaque, Mr. Tenna.”
Tenna’s screen flickered. In a blink, a larger Mizzle had sat down on the lip of the cooler console, her flowing locks pulled back into a whirlpool of a bun, the waves cascading into a cut business type blouse. Staring down at him with a look that made him shut his mouth in an instant.
“My union and I refuse to be talked down to in such a way. In fact, I’d argue that what you did counts as harassment.”
Tenna’s antennae shot up again, “You’re the ones pinning me down!!”
“Only because you were growing too close for comfort.” She huffed, “But… be that as it may, I suppose we could sweep both of these events beneath the rug.” Ms. Mizzle said, staring him up and down, “If you restored our contract to its former glory.”
“Oh, really?” Tenna rolled his head like he was rolling his eyes, “Guess one had to slip through the cracks. Darn unions...” he scoffed, and turned back to the mizzles with a sharper grin, “You’re hardly in a position to bargain with me! I should have all of you fired for this! Why would I renew your contract now?”
“Hm… well.” Ms. Mizzle held her hand up, “Two of your complaints were our temperature and our hospitality. I think we can prove both of those are sufficient for the studio. Right now in fact.”
That got Tenna to raise a brow, “Hah! And you’re going to do that holding me down? How’s that going to help your case?”
“Oh don’t worry.” She snapped her fingers. “We won’t need to hold you down for long.”
Tenna was about to ask why, only he found something cold and wet quickly thrust into his jaws. A muffled sound came out gargled around the water hose (a hose literally made of water) that had been pushed into his mouth by one of the Mizzles, the lot of them giggling up a storm. He tried to move to pull it off - lift his arms, his legs - something to get the gaggle off of him. But their grips were firm, and even biting down the hose didn’t do anything to keep the liquid from just slipping between his teeth.
He glanced to Ms. Mizzle, with a nervous grin and a look that said Okay maybe we can negotiate a little bit.
She snapped again.
ULPGHK?!
A burst of cool, refreshing water blasted into his mouth, so surprised that he found himself swallowing on reflex. He squirmed beneath the water sprites, mouth filling up with fluid before it forced its way down again, and his muffled sounds became clogged with the growing rhythm of near endless gulps.
MMMGH! ULP! NNGH! Ulp! M-mmmhhngh… ulgkp!
Tenna whined low in his throat. He didn’t want to look down, but he didn’t have to. Already, he could feel the gulps beginning to pool on his waistline. A gurgle formed in his stomach, sloshing when he tried to weakly squirm his way out once again. No dice. Maybe because he wasn’t really struggling as hard as he ought to. After all, hurting anyone directly wasn’t something he wanted to do (even if the emotional scars lingered.) And even if he did, the Mizzles were made of water. Just like the hose that popped into place soon as he stopped trying to bite into it. All he could do was lay back and take it, as more and more did the silicone of his actual stomach fill upwards and out, pressing up against his shirt and jacket.
“Oh? You stopped struggling so quickly…” Ms. Mizzle commented, one wave of a hand pressing to her cheek, “Suppose that’s what happens when one is all talk and can’t speak, isn’t it, Mr. Tenna?”
Mmmrghh -ulp- mmm -ulp- hhhmmgh~
Both radars shot straight up with a heavy twitch, then tapped the back of his case with how quickly they drooped, his screen going pale. Bringing his thighs together before he could stop himself.
Oh. Oh god. Oh no. Please, she didn’t hear that, right? Right??
“Did you just moan?” She said, staring blankly, her eyes gone saucer-like.
Tenna’s screen burned like someone had stuck a lit firework into his vent, trying to look anywhere that didn’t have a Mizzle to avoid eye contact.
Gulp- nnnnuuuuhghh…? - ulk!
His stomach pushed heavily against his shirt now, straining the buttons of his blazer in the process. He was really out of practice if he was getting full this fast. A thought alone that made his vents steam and his hips flex, a deeper groan bubbling up his throat. To his further mortification, one of the Mizzle’s flew from his leg to pry his thighs open. “Oh wow! He’s hard!”
Maybe if I move enough I’ll spring a leak and short myself out. Tenna thought to himself with his screen getting redder and redder, a muffled exclamation leaving his throat. He wanted to slam his legs back together, buck them off and get back to chewing them out. His hard-on said otherwise, making him fully regret choosing to go with the full tackle today. Just had to feel like a big boss, today of all days. Figures he’d start thinking with it too.
He was only getting hotter as the Mizzle’s giggled at the shape of his cock pressing hard against his shiny slacks, which was only getting tighter with each gulp. His belt alone was more vocal about its complaints as he was, the buckle straining against his underbelly in a way that sent him knocking his case back with a shiver, its little face growing nervous as the leather stretches against his growing tummy. Was it steam or just the sheer amount of cool water that they were continuing to pump down his throat? It was a miracle he hadn’t gotten brainfreeze at this point, which was easier to think about then the multiple HR violations both darkners were wracking up.
(Thank goodness he converted the HR department to finance ages ago!)
“Well, this is certainly juicier then some mere humiliation for worker’s rights.” Ms. Mizzle said, descending from her plastic throne to float over to his case. Her watery fingers pressing first against the bulges in his throat, then up to the corner of his case, “Though, I guess it is a little humiliating to have your fetish exposed in front of so many of us, isn’t it?” Her hand trailed lower, across the growing, shifting mass his stomach was becoming, as it pushed tighter against straining buttons, hard light and silicone skin stretching in equal measure around the - what had to be gallons at this point - he’d guzzled with only minor complaints. “Perhaps we can work out a… different arrangement then, Mr. Tenna.”
Just Tenna is fine and you know-
A thought cut off at the pass when she pressed down on his tummy, and he threw his head back with a shudder of white-hot pleasure and a whine that bubbled between each heavy gulp. His hips tried to buck and legs moved to grind together, but they were held fast by the Mizzles, watching with glee as his cock jolted and sputtered a damp patch into the front of his slacks. Which only made another shuddering sigh work around the hose in his lips.
“You fix our contract, and perhaps-“ She leaned to the side of his case, “We can finish you off, and no one will be any the wiser.” She turns to her girls, giving a nod, and replaces their hands with hers to pin his arms down, straddling his chest with the flowing skirt of her lower half. “Although, I think I’d prefer a verbal agreement before we go any further. Girls?”
They moved quickly, and Tenna found his mouth quickly freed of the hose, able to catch his breath for the first time in minutes. He wanted so badly to reach out and rub his stomach, most of his buttons stretched to the point they might burst if he drank anymore, but Ms. Mizzle had a tight grip on his arms, and he could only moan with want and need as his stomach grumbled around its sudden filling. “Jus’… jus’ a min-“ Tenna’s cheeks puffed, stomach giving an ominous groan and shudder, tightening enough to POP the first button off his coat, and a thick, watery belch erupted from his mouth, blasting plumes of steam with it.
“EEEEOOOOUUUPPPHHHH!”
Tenna leaned his head back, a few weaker belches sputtering out between a softer whine coming up his throat, “E-excuse me…” Just throw me out now and save me some trouble!!
“Just from one little push?” Ms. Mizzle’s lower eyelid curled up, rubbing softly on the spot she’d pushed against, “So needy… and you’re not even full yet, are you?”
His whine turned into a sharp whimper.
“No, you’re filling up but you’re not even tight yet.” She cooed, “Is this really what gets you going? Swelling up like a balloon? Getting doted on? Made powerless?” She brushed her invisible lips against one of his vents, “You want so much more, don’t you Mr. Tenna?”
He was crossing so many lines. He should fire them for this. Grow ten times bigger and give them all a peace of his mind. Shred their contract in front of them and not look back -
“Ain’t TV’s supposed to be, yknow… bigger?”
Tenna tilted his head back with a moan. It had been so, so, so long since anyone had touched him like this. When he was at his most sensitive, most fulfilled, most complete - that any thought of punishing these mischievous sprites fell to the wayside. His body was pulsing in more ways then one and he wanted - no - needed more. He had gotten him so much fuller then this before. He gave a hard gulp, craning his cheek back into her, “O-okay I… I guess I could do a re-write?” Then he set his head back with a nervous grin, “I-I’ll even do that raise! 150 points an hour!”
“Hm.” She glanced off, “Guess you don’t really want it.”
“GAH! D-d-did I say 150?? I meant 175!! Silly me, heheh!!”
“Suppose we’ll leave you be then.” Ms. Mizzle said, boredly checking her nails.
Tenna began to sweat, his cock giving a hard, unfulfilled twitch in his pants, stomach churning from nerves (among other things.) “Ah… a-a 185! Final offer!”
She stared coolly at him.
“… 190?” Tenna winced.
“… 250.”
“TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY?!” Tenna roared, “That’s highway robbery!! You all just sit in a room all day! Who do you think you-“
“Oh, your vents are also looking rather thirsty, Mr. Tenna. If you need help with that too.”
“T-two fifty??? Why that’s a steal! Two fifty sounds great! Perfect! AMAZING!” He yammered, sweating bullets and biting his lip. Because even if he could recognize an empty threat, he didn’t want to be left high and dry either. Not when her hand was right there and he was so achingly hard he felt like he might burst.
Hopefully not actually if that attitude problem of hers stuck around.
With that crinkle of her lower lids, she purred, “A pleasure, then. Let’s see what we can do about this embarrassing issue of yours.”
“I-I mean, yknow, everyone’s got something!! Not that humiliating, right?” He gave a nervous grin and laugh, cut at the pass when she moved against him, pushing her cooler lips against his. He stiffened, barely remembering the last kiss he got like this. One that got quite as… deep. And wet too. His throat started to bob again as water was gulped down, swelling his stomach anew. She pulled her hands from his arms to stroke along his chin, and Tenna took the newfound freedom to wrap his arms where he could around her.
They released his legs too, gathering around his belly to rub along its growing girth, in a way that sent burbling shudders to run wild through his body, breathing hitching between his kisses with the Mrs. His tummy shivered, tightening against the confines of his shirt and belt. His buckle began to look increasingly nervous as another jacket button popped, then a suit button tore, with a rip that made Tenna’s loins burn.
He broke the kiss, tapping on her cheek till she pulled back, and he let loose with another ‘HOOOURPH’ of steam that seemed to turn the Mizzle’s faces a blushing pink. “C-can I uh. Roll over? My back is uh. URPH! K-killing me today-“
“Suppose that can be arranged.” A snap of her fingers and Tenna flailed, belly sloshing heavily as the Mizzles pushed on one of his sides, till he was rolled over on top of his burgeoning gut, really feeling the weight of it as his feet wobbled on the ground and he threw his hands out to catch himself. “You’re starting to become a blimp, Mr. Tenna, and you’re still unsatisfied?”
Tenna had no excuse for himself. Just a nervous titter with his antennae pressed back against his head and another loud belch after all that jostling of his stomach. He still didn’t feel tight and he still had clothes struggling to hang on. He runs across himself and shivers, “T-think I can handle a little more…” he raises a brow on his case, “Unless you can’t give a guest what he wants that is?”
Huffing, Ms. Mizzle leans in again and puts the hose back to his lips instead of her own, earning a muffled grunt for how deep she pushes it, that tapers into a softer hum as Tenna begins guzzling once more. “Wouldn’t be doing our job if we left you unsatisfied.”
Hhrhhnnn… GULP, ULP, ULP, ULK-
Tenna found himself opening his throat, allowing deeper gulps that stretched his neck with each repetitive swallow, sending his brain into a blissful stupor that made his tail sway and wag, hands left to rub over himself as his body swelled. He had really needed this - to feel his body stretch outwards and bloom, to feel eager little hands rub along his girth, cooing and snickering at him as he drank beyond his fill. One more button tore from his shirt. Then another. And another. His stomach gained a flatter point as it smushed against the floor and made him have to readjust, stomach growing wider. Fuller. Enough to make it hard to keep his feet on the ground beyond trembling tippy toes. He felt it strain, grunting harshly around the hose, and with a much louder PANG! His belt snapped open with a panicked look from the buckle, unzipping his fly for him.
One of the Mizzles brushed against the bulge in his TV Time limited edition boxers, snickering when it twitched at her like a live snake. “Oh he’s hard as a rock!”
“Only here - I think he’s still got some room elsewhere~ Just look at those rolls swell up!” Another grinned, stroking along one of his filling love handles.
“He’s gotten so big - look at how fast he’s chugging!!”
“You like this, Mr. Tenna? We could fill you up all the time if you want!”
“Maybe we could even keep you like this. Play with you more~”
“A nice sloshy balloon for us to tease~”
“You’d be more like our pet then our boss, teehee!”
“Oh!” His dick jerked as his head shot up and he moaned wantonly around the hose in his lips, chugging as the pressure began to spike, his arms and legs quivering as he rocked against his own overfilled gut. “Oh he almost came from that!”
“Ooooh, does that feel good, Mr. Tenna?”
“You want a little more, boss?”
“Cmon, keep drinking! You’re doing sooo good, big guy!”
“Maybe we’ll make you be the water cooler from now on! Would you like that?”
MMGH! ULP! NNH! GULK! MMMRGHNNHMMM!~
His moans grew higher pitched, the last button finally shredding off his shirt, opening it as he wobbled against his overfilled stomach. Stretched taut, it groaned as loudly as he did, but he just couldn’t stop himself. He felt so good like this - every brush against his tight stomach sending stars dancing over his screen. Making the heat in his case spike and left him breathing hard and heavy as he rocked his dick against stretched stomach, shivering and whining with each successive gulp.
Close. Close close close just - just one more - just one more gulp - I’m so tight but I want - I need one more come ON -
From somewhere in his lower back, a loud POP! echoes. But it’s not in his belly, and the sheer sense of overwhelming relief as his back slots neatly into place is enough to tip him over the edge. He thrusts his hips and feels heat splash against his underbelly as he cums his brains out, screen turning to colored bars and static zipping between either antennae. Without ceremony, the hose disappears from his mouth, and the pressure eases as one watery burp after another leaves his lips, rubbing over himself with a dazed and dizzy little groan.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Ms. Mizzle cups beneath his jaw, stroking her thumb along the frame of his screen, “I’d say you were more than satisfied, don’t you agree, Mr. Tenna?”
“Yuh… yOOOURPPPH! Y-yuh huh…~” Tenna kept stroking over his belly and sighed deeply as he relaxed atop the waterbed. He felt more stretched then ever, but venting the stream buildup was helping, and he felt too good to pay much heed to whatever gurgling stomach ache was on his horizon. He hadn’t felt so content in a while, and was keen to enjoy himself while his brain was on a vacation.
The Mizzles seemed inclined to agree. They settled along his back where his sides had bloomed outwards, getting comfortable atop the churning water belly, relaxing into their afternoon naps as they so often did. And perching on his rear, Ms. Mizzle gave a yawn and stretch, settling right against his repaired spine for some shut eye of her own. “We’ll discuss the contract terms after our mandated break. Sound good, Tenna?”
“Mmmmmn… s-sure thing, pretty laAAAAOUURPH! Lady~” A nap sounded just perfect. And thankfully, he wasn’t at all forgetting about any prior obligations. None whatsoever! His conscience was clear and fresh as a spring morning as he very quickly passed out into deep snores.
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Battat checked his watch again, tapping his foot, lowering the mask again as he put his arms on his hips, “Boy, he must be tearing that cooler a new one.”
“Ya think we woulda heard him by now though…” Jongler said, shifting their boxing gloves together.
“🎶”
“No, I never saw him leave…” Battat frowned, “Think one of us should check on him?”
He turned to his left to find Pluey already with a paw to their nose. Another turn and Jongler was doing the same thing.
“… you guys are jerks, you know that?” Shaking his head, Battat stepped down the hall and slowly, gingerly opened the C-rank door. Taking one look inside, he quickly shut it, power walked to the other Mikes, and refused to look at either of them.
“Well? Is da big Bawss okay?”
“🎵?”
“… he’s uh. Gonna need a rain check.”
This was going to give him so much to have to fit in on the Mike board.
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