Steve yawned again. Looking out into the mall, there's quite a few men milling about that are now graced with something bigger between their thighs. The notion that Steve and that other dude would be the only ones around seemed silly, but he did wonder whether his future sexual encounters would be any more kinky, or if his fellow equine-cocked friends prefered udders or penises.
That thought is put on the shelf, as another customer walks into the store. He's a middle-aged man with a stocky build, rough brown stubble and slightly balding. Par for the course, to be honest… the hot ones don't come till after dark. The man steals a look at Steve, then turns away quickly to contemplate the store's porn magazine rack.
Bored and back at the other register, Steve decides to run the application on the man. He may be the last customer they get before going home, after all:
'The adult male is reading a Pooch magazine to avoid touching his bulge.'
Steve shrinks a bit at that. He knows all too well how sex shops attract a unique type of crowd that's just looking for inspiration, and nothing else. Even if he could bypass HR protocol and sway the customers into actually buying what they read, the man's avoidance tendency - and that particular look he gave Steve as he walked in - is a non-starter.
But Steve re-reads the sentence again, realizing that the phrase offers a couple alternatives. If he's such a fan of female 'pooches', maybe this horndog's 'bulge' should get that treatment, too. He clicks the word 'bulge', replaces it with 'knot', and saves the edit.
Steve waits for the man to finish perusing the smut to see if his package looks any more prominent. If it's anything like their knotted dildos, he's gonna have a hard time keeping that all tucked into those torn jeans. But before that even happens, Steve notices the man's got a brownish-colored scarf hanging down behind him, and it's… swinging back and forth?
Indeed, the man turns his backside to Steve, and is now sporting a wagging dog's tail. The golden retriever tail is communicating the man's mood in a way he wouldn't allow earlier. Clearly having a good time, Steve notes, but what does this have to do with -
His knotted dick? Right. Well, how else would one know someone has a doggy dick without their dog tail? How would people know Steve has a horse cock without his tail? Makes sense.
He looks out to the mall, noting that a good half of the men have a tail of some sort sprouting above their asses. A moment later, Mark reappears from the break room after emptying his udders. Since Steve saw him last, he's now sporting a bull (cow?) tail. It looks slightly out of place, though the added feature certainly changes his sex appeal, and after a few more moments pass he can't really imagine him without it. Though Steve's responsible for the animalistic world he's fabricated, in his line of work, it's kinda hard to justify what's necessary about fixing it.
"Thanks for waiting," Mark comes over and slaps him on the shoulder again, this time in a much friendlier manner. "You know what they say: clock out, or cock out. Which is it gonna be?"
Steve opts for the former, like always; he doesn't go for Mark's body type, and is still rather put off by his old attitude. Maybe someday, though...
He waltzes to the breakroom to find his street clothes and takes off for the day, happy to find something - or someone - to meet.