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gmxmuscle! Nathan clocks in for just another day at GMXMart, navigating every single beefcake that he works with, stroking their egos, and witnessing every single one of their bodybuilding routines. Enjoy!
"Nate! There you are, little man!" a loud, boisterous wolf with bright, rust-colored fur called out, swiftly enveloping Nathan in a mass of muscle as his bulging arm hooked around the dog, his ham-sized forearm and swollen bicep pinning one side of his face before mashing it against a wall of pectoral muscle that was straining his red manager's shirt as is.
"Lance!" Nathan choked, squirming against the wolf a bit helplessly. "I-I'm not late, am I?"
"What? No! What gave you that idea?" Lance chuckled, tensing his bicep as large as it would go, grinning tightly as he looked down at the smaller canine mashed between his arm and chest.
"B-because I feel like you're trying to suffocate me!" Nathan squeaked, before Lance at last let him go.
"Heh, just glad to see you, that's all man." Lance grinned, before slapping Nathan on the back, hard enough the dog stumbled forward. "Oop! Sorry, sorry, let's keep you upright." He took Nathan in his hands and straightened him back up. "No no, it's just going to be a busy day, Nate. All hands on deck. I know you're scheduled for stocking today, but I'm going to need you to help out as best you can, float, you know? We've got a big sale going on and I think we're going to get absolutely slammed. So I need you to keep on your toes tonight, alright?"
"Oh!" Nathan nodded. "Sure, you can count on me, I just need to— oop! Okay."
Lance had grabbed him back in a hold, wrapping his arm tight around Nathan again, bouncing his pecs until they practically popped out of his shirt and patting the smaller dog's own chest. "Ah, that's why we love you, man. I know I could count on you."
Nathan thinned his lips slightly. He knew what Lance was doing; fishing for a compliment. Well, he could make Lance work for it if he was going to manhandle Nathan like a ragdoll. "Yep, you know me. So… who am I going to be working with?"
"Ah, let's see…" Lance still didn't let Nathan go, his bicep still pressed up against the dog's cheek as he adjusted his weight, grabbing the schedule for the day. "I need you to start out with Lester, then Jasper at customer care, back in the warehouse with Russell, then your lunch break, help H3 in the freezer, then just do the second shift security rounds with Joey." He softly jostled Nathan. "Got all that?"
"Oh yeah, sure. God, I'm looking forward to seeing Jasper— his workouts have really been paying off, he's gotten huge," Nathan commented.
He caught the little twist in Lance's smile. "Yeah, he's… he's been using a new routine. One that I happened to recommend to him."
"Oh, and I still have no idea how H3 manages to get bigger. I mean, he's a robot, so how does that even work?" Nathan said, catching Lance's eye twitch.
The wolf finally let the dog go, but Nathan smirked as he watched the manager stalk to the back of his office. He was making a show, now— he lumbered over, tensing his sculpted quads and hamstrings like steel cables, tight enough around his pants Nathan could see the striation in them. He bent down, fabric stretching over his thick and full glutes, his full and heavy lats flaring out as he dug around the boxes in his office. "Let me see here…"
Nathan bit his lower lip. Lance was a very impressive specimen, he'd give him that… but if he really wanted a compliment he'd have to work a little harder for it than that.
"I'm trying to find something," Lance muttered, standing back to his full height. "It's so weird… we're pushing summer vacation and beach gear, you know? You seen any of the new beach balls around? I think they were about this round…" He curled his arm, his bicep surging, thick veins snaking over the mound of muscle. "And this big." He curled his arms together in a most muscular pose, triceps thick as tires propelling his biceps to mash against his engorged, beefy pecs.
The dog had to work to hold on to his poker face. Lance was really working hard. "Nope, not that I can think of. Oh, but you know who would know? Lester. He's such a natural beach hunk, he would know for sure— in fact, I'm pretty sure he's packing a few of them under his sleeves these days, have you seen his arms?"
Lance finally took a breath, gasping as he let go of the pose and conceding defeat. "Yeah, I'll bet," he grunted.
"Anyways, I'm going to go clock in before I actually am late," Nathan said, and strolled out of Lance's office, before deciding for mercy at the last moment. He stuck his head back in the door. "Oh, Lance, by the way?" He winked. "That new chest workout is really paying off."
Lance grinned tightly, throwing a spare nametag at Nathan. "Get the hell out of here, you little punk."
gmxmuscle! Nathan clocks in for just another day at GMXMart, navigating every single beefcake that he works with, stroking their egos, and witnessing every single one of their bodybuilding routines. Enjoy!"Nate! There you are, little man!" a loud, boisterous wolf with bright, rust-colored fur called out, swiftly enveloping Nathan in a mass of muscle as his bulging arm hooked around the dog, his ham-sized forearm and swollen bicep pinning one side of his face before mashing it against a wall of pectoral muscle that was straining his red manager's shirt as is.
"Lance!" Nathan choked, squirming against the wolf a bit helplessly. "I-I'm not late, am I?"
"What? No! What gave you that idea?" Lance chuckled, tensing his bicep as large as it would go, grinning tightly as he looked down at the smaller canine mashed between his arm and chest.
"B-because I feel like you're trying to suffocate me!" Nathan squeaked, before Lance at last let him go.
"Heh, just glad to see you, that's all man." Lance grinned, before slapping Nathan on the back, hard enough the dog stumbled forward. "Oop! Sorry, sorry, let's keep you upright." He took Nathan in his hands and straightened him back up. "No no, it's just going to be a busy day, Nate. All hands on deck. I know you're scheduled for stocking today, but I'm going to need you to help out as best you can, float, you know? We've got a big sale going on and I think we're going to get absolutely slammed. So I need you to keep on your toes tonight, alright?"
"Oh!" Nathan nodded. "Sure, you can count on me, I just need to— oop! Okay."
Lance had grabbed him back in a hold, wrapping his arm tight around Nathan again, bouncing his pecs until they practically popped out of his shirt and patting the smaller dog's own chest. "Ah, that's why we love you, man. I know I could count on you."
Nathan thinned his lips slightly. He knew what Lance was doing; fishing for a compliment. Well, he could make Lance work for it if he was going to manhandle Nathan like a ragdoll. "Yep, you know me. So… who am I going to be working with?"
"Ah, let's see…" Lance still didn't let Nathan go, his bicep still pressed up against the dog's cheek as he adjusted his weight, grabbing the schedule for the day. "I need you to start out with Lester, then Jasper at customer care, back in the warehouse with Russell, then your lunch break, help H3 in the freezer, then just do the second shift security rounds with Joey." He softly jostled Nathan. "Got all that?"
"Oh yeah, sure. God, I'm looking forward to seeing Jasper— his workouts have really been paying off, he's gotten huge," Nathan commented.
He caught the little twist in Lance's smile. "Yeah, he's… he's been using a new routine. One that I happened to recommend to him."
"Oh, and I still have no idea how H3 manages to get bigger. I mean, he's a robot, so how does that even work?" Nathan said, catching Lance's eye twitch.
The wolf finally let the dog go, but Nathan smirked as he watched the manager stalk to the back of his office. He was making a show, now— he lumbered over, tensing his sculpted quads and hamstrings like steel cables, tight enough around his pants Nathan could see the striation in them. He bent down, fabric stretching over his thick and full glutes, his full and heavy lats flaring out as he dug around the boxes in his office. "Let me see here…"
Nathan bit his lower lip. Lance was a very impressive specimen, he'd give him that… but if he really wanted a compliment he'd have to work a little harder for it than that.
"I'm trying to find something," Lance muttered, standing back to his full height. "It's so weird… we're pushing summer vacation and beach gear, you know? You seen any of the new beach balls around? I think they were about this round…" He curled his arm, his bicep surging, thick veins snaking over the mound of muscle. "And this big." He curled his arms together in a most muscular pose, triceps thick as tires propelling his biceps to mash against his engorged, beefy pecs.
The dog had to work to hold on to his poker face. Lance was really working hard. "Nope, not that I can think of. Oh, but you know who would know? Lester. He's such a natural beach hunk, he would know for sure— in fact, I'm pretty sure he's packing a few of them under his sleeves these days, have you seen his arms?"
Lance finally took a breath, gasping as he let go of the pose and conceding defeat. "Yeah, I'll bet," he grunted.
"Anyways, I'm going to go clock in before I actually am late," Nathan said, and strolled out of Lance's office, before deciding for mercy at the last moment. He stuck his head back in the door. "Oh, Lance, by the way?" He winked. "That new chest workout is really paying off."
Lance grinned tightly, throwing a spare nametag at Nathan. "Get the hell out of here, you little punk."
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