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Mika worked hard at her job. She didn't mind the leering or the whistling, in fact, she encouraged it. It was kind of part of the whole package when you worked in a strip club. But this particular club had a bit of a twist. It was called 'Bump in the Night' and for good reason. She was one of five ladies out on the floor spinning on the poles tonight, and she was the dancer with the smallest belly. She had a few bills sticking out of her waistband, but not many. The other ladies were having a more successful night than she was. And that troubled her a little.

The job paid well enough, but Mika had been wanting to save up to buy a house. Apartment living had been rather awful deep in the big city. And it was just too expensive living anywhere more upscale than her tiny little one bedroom place. Still, she worked hard, and she was good at it. She ran a palm over her gently curved belly and crouched against her pole, gazing lustily at the customers sitting around her. The music thumped loud and heavy while the announcer tried to drum up interest in the smaller girls.

"It looks like Elsie's in the lead again tonight! Everyone loves a big, sexy cow lady! But c'mon boys! Let's get those other tummies swollen! The bigger the better! Stuff those waistbands!" the rotund fellow in the booth shouted over the loudspeakers.

Elsie was indeed in the lead. She had a gravid stomach the size of a yoga ball. Since she was the tallest of the group, she could carry it easily. The other ladies were similarly round, but only showed the same proportion, not the same overall girth. Mika was decidedly bringing up the rear. She leaned out over the edge of the stage and breathed a husky moan at one of the boys. She was working hard to entice.

"C'mon cuties, don'tcha wanna see me swell?" the vixen cooed.

A hand reached up and touched her on the side. She felt her waistband get tugged on as a crisp five dollar bill slipped along her silky fur. It was on the right side, which made her grumble in her head. She needed a good balance on both sides for any real success. As soon as her waistband was released, it snapped against her, making her jerk a little. As soon as the bill was clasped in place, she leaned up, back pressed against the pole behind her, legs splayed and bent as far as possible at the knee, supporting herself on the balls of her paws. She let out a low moan as her tummy began to stretch outward. The dome wobbled gently as it expanded, visibly gaining until she looked as though she were a couple of months away from being due.

It was a start, but she needed more. The next smallest belly was at least twice as large.

"Is that all you've got boys? C'mon, help a girl out." Mika moaned, stroking across her larger stomach.

Lord did she love feeling it expand. And the weight of it was just fantastic. The vixen stood and continued her dance, her fluffy tail twirling behind her as she moved this way and that. She cupped at her chest, perhaps not as generous as Elsie, but then few ladies were. It was hard to compete with a cow when it came to cup size. It was still enough to keep a few of the boys staring and drooling.

Then a paw raised up from the group, attached to a young, handsome wolf.

"I'll take a private dance, if you don't mind." he growled happily.

"I'll need to see the cash first, babe." Mika slipped herself into a seated position, her legs hanging over the edge of the stage.

The lupine fellow lifted his other paw, showing two crisp twenty dollar bills. He wasn't leering like the other boys. He was keeping his gaze locked with hers, and his grin wasn't one of lust, but more a sense of satisfaction, perhaps the satisfaction to come.

"This enough?" he asked.

"That's more than enough. C'mon." the vixen bounced off the stage onto her paws and reached forward, taking the wolf's wrist.

Her client stood from his seat and followed obediently. They walked slowly through the club, the vixen making sure she was catching as many eyes as she could. Time away from the stage meant she wasn't going to get random tips from the other boys, and they would likely end up moving to the other girls. She had to make this count. Forty dollars certainly helped.

The two canids reached the nearest private booth and Mika pulled the curtain closed behind her. The wolf sat down and waited for her to begin, which she did almost immediately. Her usually slinky figure was not at all hindered by her motherly swell. And she was about to get a lot bigger. Maybe she'd catch up with a couple of the ladies out on stage. It was all she could hope for. There was no way she'd be able to match Elsie, not with the kind of lead she had.

"So, how do you want it?" the wolf waved the two bills in his paw.

"Well you know how this works, don't you?" Mika replied.

"Why don't you tell me?" the lupine grinned.

"Alright, what's your name, cutie?" the vixen leaned forward, bending over at the waist to let her tummy hang under her.

That was a favorite trick of hers, mainly because she loved how it felt when she was as far along as she was. All that weight pulling down on her lower spine, her tummy pressing against her thighs, forcing her legs apart just a bit, it was marvelous. Of course, the further along she was, the heavier it was, and the heavier it was, the more it sagged and pulled on her. She just couldn't get enough of it.

"Carl." the wolf replied simply.

"Well, Carl, you pick which side you want your bills to go on. The right is time, the left is litter size. It's a dollar a week on the right, and two dollars for one pup on the left. You've got forty there, you could push me pretty big. What's your pleasure?" Mika turned about, slowly swaying her rump in the lupine's face, showing him each side as she explained.

"From what it looks like here... you've got a litter of five, and you're nineteen weeks along. It's a good look for you." Carl reached out with a paw, stroking across the lady's shapely rear.

She was in excellent shape. All the nights she had spent working at the club had certainly encouraged her to stay fit, and carrying a heavy load like she was tonight was good exercise. Most nights, there was a specific size all the ladies were required to dance with, usually about the size Mika was currently, maybe a little bigger. Tonight was the race, biggest belly would win. So she had reason to want to go as big as possible. And she had a lot of practice carrying the weight of it all. Her cheeks were firm, muscular, but full, giving plenty for the lupine to grab hold of. Normally Mika would have reprimanded someone for such a thing, but for now, she just pushed back into his paw.

"Mmm, I look even better when I'm even bigger. So go on, sweetie, make your move." the vulpine lady said.

The wolf grinned and reached forward, tugging on the lady's waistband and slipped one of the twenty dollar bills in. It was on the left. The thought of what was coming made the lady shudder powerfully. The band wasn't permitted to snap back harshly like the coyote out at the stage had done. It was gently eased back into place, pinning the twenty where it was. In moments, her belly began to swell. The vixen arched her back and moaned happily. Her paws moved quickly to her stomach, running her fingers through the silky soft fur covering her tummy. The taut dome surged slowly, growing heavier, grander. What had been five was becoming fifteen.

Carl just watched and rumbled low in his throat. He was enjoying the show. Not only had he given the woman reason to expand, but she was enjoying it. And even as she grew, she continued to dance, swaying her hips in a circular motion, moving about in provocative ways; all tricks and techniques she had learned, practiced, and perfected. She even crouched in the lupine's lap, her knees on the armrests so that her belly surged forward against his chest, right up until it bumped his nose. He reached up and began massaging the huge, smooth orb before gently pushing her back off of him.

"I think you might want to be facing the other way." he said quietly, making her strain her ears to hear him over the thumping music out in the main room.

"Ready to add one of the other two bills, huh? Alright." Mika sighed, climbing back off of her client.

The fox spun herself back around, and began pushing her rump back towards the wolf, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth to tease up under his chin. Carl chuckled and reached out, gripping the woman's hips. He tugged her down into his lap and rest his chin atop one of her shoulders. A light, playful growl sounded from him as he fondled her gravid middle. He did rather like seeing her so big, but he wanted to see her bigger still.

The wolf tugged softly on the waistband of her only article of clothing and slipped the other twenty in under it, then eased it back against her luxurious pelt. The act was made with care not to let the other bills fall out. He then leaned his head to one side, pressed his nose against the side of her neck, and gave Mika a soft, tender lick. He had tucked the bill in on the right. Before, it wouldn't have had that much of an effect. But there came a point where a certain sized litter meant pushing weeks would show much larger growth. Early on it was about litter size, but once you hit a certain load, time would really show a jump in size. The word 'exponential' had often been used when one reached a certain 'critical mass'.

Mika shivered and let out a gasp. Her belly swelled even larger, pushing further and further until it reached out past her knees, forcing her legs apart to sag down towards the ground. Dancing was going to be difficult with such a grand tummy--which was still expanding--at least in so small a space. Out on stage, with her pole, she might still be able to put on an enticing display. A litter of seven at thirty-nine weeks. It was risky going too much further than that in so small a space. And she still hadn't quite topped out from the latest contribution. The room was so tiny, when she did finally stop growing, her belly brushed softly against the curtain dividing them from the main room.

"Ooo, that's good. Now I've got a chance of winning." Mika cooed.

"Winning?" Carl asked, still reaching around to grope over that huge dome.

By now, it was the size of a beanbag chair, only it remained largely firm rather than pliant and yielding like the cushioned seat it could be compared to. The vixen didn't bother trying to get up. She had at least ten more minutes with the wolf, and she could spend them all grinding back against him. She could feel the bulge in his jeans and wanted to entice it further. That usually brought on more tips in her experience.

"The girls all play a game once a month. It's a race. Who can end up so big that she can't dance, maybe even walk? Whoever gets there first wins a prize. We call it the 'preggy bank'. Clients and guests drop money into a big ceramic statue near the bar, the one that's shaped like a really pregnant, sexy pig lady. Elsie, the big cow lady out there, she's almost always the winner." the vixen explained, not for one instant slowing or stopping her efforts to entice the lupine.

"Mmm, I'd say you're fairly close right now. Have you ever won before?" Carl asked.

"Nope, I'm not fast enough. I usually don't get the right mix of litter and weeks. But, handsome boy, you just might have given me the edge I need. What can I do to encourage you to help me win?" she cooed, running her paws down across her vast gut until she cupped her palms over the wolf's.

"You could help me with what you're working on right now. Is it against club policy to do more than just grind?" the lupine pressed his nose in against the lady's neck again, inhaling her scent, finding it intoxicating.

"Usually, yes. There's also the risk that I could end up making this big thing permanent. At least for a few months. I'm not sure how interested you are in being a dad to fifteen little ones so suddenly." Mika rolled her head backwards, absolutely relishing the wolf's affection.

"I'll take my chances. If I'm smelling you right, you need the relief as much as I do." Carl rumbled in a low, gruff voice.

"Mmm, no, you're smelling me right. This game always gets me riled up. Go on, show me what you've got." the vixen wiggled her hips, hoping to entice him further.

It didn't take much. Carl began fumbling with his jeans, quickly opening them and spreading the simple seam in his boxers beneath. A firm, warm presence made itself known against the fox's cheeks. She flexed her legs, gasping softly as she felt the impressive spire press against the crevice of her rump. She rocked forward and back, feeling that smooth length glide against her. It teased the wolf in just the right way, making him grip at her hips with a bit more aggression than he had shown so far. It wasn't forceful per say, but his enthusiasm was clear.

The vixen rocked forward, pulling away just far enough for them to join properly, and reached down to her scant little article of clothing, little more than the bottom half of a bikini. She adjusted it carefully, making sure the wolf could make use of what he sought while not slipping it off. That would ruin this lovely moment, banish her extremely satisfying belly until she put the garment back on. She didn't want that. Much as she wasn't quite ready to be a mother, she did enjoy her current state of being.

One of the wolf's paws slipped between the lady's thighs, stroking across everything he found there. When he traced across her soaked nethers and witnessed the powerful shiver that such contact sent racing up her spine, he knew she was aching for assistance. And being the gentleman that he was, he could not leave a lady wanting. He gently pulled Mika back down into his lap, carefully guiding her so that they would meet in just the right way. His shaft, warm to the touch and achingly stiff, found its way to the lady's folds. The heat between his legs was nothing compared to her. It was as if she was on fire. She had begun to pant, inhaling sharply as she began to ease down on the wolf. He spread her waiting petals, occupying the tunnel beyond quite nicely.

"Ooo, big boy. Hope you don't pop too quick. I wanna enjoy this as long as I can." Mika sighed as she finally settled into the lupine's lap once again.

"Not too long I hope. We'll need to get you back out there so you can win." Carl growled in her ear.

Two pairs of paws roamed over the vixen's giant, fertile tummy. There were faint movements that could be felt through the grand, gravid orb. As they groped at the bulge, they could feel a few kicks. Oh they were active tonight. If this kept up, Mika wouldn't last terribly long. Neither would Carl.

They began to roll against one another, grinding strongly in an effort to please each other. The wolf's spire slid smoothly in the lady's grasp. She huffed and twisted her hips, trying to force him to push against one side, then the other. She loved feeling someone 'rattle around' inside her like that. And this wolf was more than happy to let her have her way. With how large, how very heavy she was, the fact that she was able to move so easily impressed him, leaving him with very little he needed to do in order to contribute. What he was able to do, he did well.

The wolf brought one of his paws to the lady's chest. The vixen tipped her head back as she had before as he cupped one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze. There was enough there to grasp that he probably could have used a second paw to hold it all, but then that would have been overkill. He received a second paw to assist him regardless. Mika guided his fingers as they massaged her chest, deeply pleased with his attention to not just her belly but the bust resting atop it.

"Mmm, I never asked... ooo yeah, just like that... if you were single." the vulpine dancer moaned.

"I've got a girlfriend, if that makes any difference." Carl grunted, pushing his hips forward to try and sink home in time with the lady's own pressing into him.

"Naughty boy, sneaking out to a strip club behind your girlfriend's back," Mika sucked in a sharp breath as she felt him brush against a particularly tender region deep in the quivering, soaked passage below, "Ooo, I like a bad boy."

"I'm not that bad a boy. She... nnngh... knows I come here." the lupine tightened his grasp on the woman, clutching at her gently twitching tummy as he approached his end.

"Oh god," Mika huffed, feeling him zero in on that rough patch that had made her shiver, "She's... a lucky girl... to have you."

"I like to think... I'm the lucky one." Carl growled, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought to hold out just a few moments longer.

He could feel her clench around him. She had an exceptionally firm grasp, no doubt from a great deal of practice. It was almost over. He pumped forward, sinking his length into the glorious world of the vixen's interior again and again, even withdrawing his paw from her chest in an effort to tend to something else. Mika frowned for a moment as he ceased his fondling of her breast, but gasped again as he bucked up into her. Then his paw returned, but it wasn't resuming the lovely teasing of her plump bust. It was against her side.

"Almost... almost there!" the vixen panted.

"Since... we're both... so close... let's give it... a good finish," the wolf growled louder, almost a lusty snarl at this point, "I wanna see you win!"

He shoved his fingers under her waistband, stuffing another bill in on the right side. Mika gasped feeling the additional tip mashed securely into place. She had no idea what it was he had put there, but it took effect almost immediately. In a great, jostling jump, her tummy swelled, forcing her to lean back into the wolf's arms. The dome shoved outward from both of them, pushing on the curtain like a cannon shot until it was forced to lift up from the ground. The vixen bit back a scream as she clenched hard around the throbbing spire buried in her. A hot splash soaked her thighs and the wolf's jeans.

Carl grit his teeth and clutched at that monstrous tummy as it bulged and surged. The sudden growth forced him to mash against the lady's silken walls. What had been a struggle to keep reign over was suddenly too much to restrain. A long, low groan sounded as the lupine unleashed himself, flooding the woman's passage. Gush after warm gush of thick, sticky wolf spunk painted her interior as they both basked in the high of climax.

When at last it had all settled, Mika melted into the bigger canid's embrace, producing a vulpine version of a purr. She was so very satisfied. Finally, she could open her eyes again and have a look at the belly she had been given. What she saw was a bulge so monstrous she wouldn't be able to walk without it almost dragging on the floor, even when she stood upright. And she'd be able to stand upright. She had trained to handle such a large and heavy burden. And she absolutely adored it. She giggled in an almost drunken daze as she reached outward to rub over the huge dome, unable to even approach reaching halfway around the thing.

"Oooh damn. What did you stuff in there, another twenty?" she asked before lifting a paw to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her muzzle.

"No," Carl panted, giving the lady a firm squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, "I put in a fifty. I really want you to win."

"A... fifty!?" Mika gasped, then let out a peal of laughter.

She clapped her paws over her muzzle as soon as she realized she had made the noise, then wiggled her hips, trying to lift herself off the lupine. She had to get back out on the main stage to prove that she couldn't dance. She'd be able to walk, certainly, but only just. With a slow, wet slurp and a pop, the wolf's member was dragged out of her and she huffed, leaning forward over her tummy. She stood there actually resting against it since it reached the floor. She had a convenient place to settle whenever her legs got tired.

"That makes what... a litter of fifteen at eighty-nine weeks? What is that, almost two years?" Carl grinned.

"Just about. Oh damn... Please tell me you're gonna be a regular. I could stand to go through that every month." Mika giggled, finally standing upright, leaning back, hands on her lower spine for support.

"Only if my girlfriend lets me spend so much on you." the wolf flashed a winning smile.

"Gimme some sugar." the vixen turned to the side and leaned towards her client.

Carl did as he was told, standing to offer the lady a firm, passionate kiss. The two stood there for a moment, just fawning over her tremendous belly. It had been active before, but now everyone in the club would be able to see it move, even in such darkness. And she was all too eager to flaunt it. A litter of fifteen at over a year past due, of course there was motion. Lumps and swells formed on the surface, occasionally breaking up the smooth, firm dome. It was exactly the sort of thing Mika hoped for.

"I think your girlfriend just might be willing to let you spend as much on her as you want," Mika sighed as soon as the kiss was broken, "See you at home in about an hour, honey."

"Will you get to keep the bikini?" Carl asked.

"I don't care if they let me take it or not. I'll sneak it out if I have to. We're celebrating tonight, even if I end up crushing your hips." the vixen giggled.

"Then I guess I'd better go by the ATM and get some singles and fives. The big jumps are fun, but I think the slow build is nice. And you seem to get more out of it when you can take the time to really enjoy it." the wolf growled quietly.

"Don't let me keep you. Besides, I've got a contest to go win." Mika turned and reached forward, shoving the curtain aside.

She stepped out into the main room and practically strutted, showing off her huge belly. The other ladies had grown in her absence, but not near enough to match what she had just pulled off. Sure it was a little cheat-y to have her boyfriend show up and 'stuff the ballot box' so to speak. But she had been trying for the prize for almost a whole year. It was time she got a victory.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ladies and gentlemen! Look what we have here! That's a belly that could knock someone over if you turn too fast! The lovely Miss Mika returns from a private dance having gotten some serious growth out of it! Let's see her give a spin on the pole to make sure she's hit the goal! We may have a new champion!" the announcer called out.

All eyes were on the vixen. She grinned, brushing her gently curly light brown locks out of her eyes as she approached the stage and attempted to pull herself up. When it became clear that she wasn't going to be able to get up to her pole, the other dancers all stopped what they were doing and approached to help her. Initially, she thought they would be angry with her, especially Elsie. She had just been dethroned by a relatively new hire. But the huge grin on the cow lady's face told her otherwise.

"Look at you! Damn girl! I'm impressed!" Elsie leaned down and whispered into the vixen's ear, "You little cheater... that was your boyfriend in there with you, wasn't it?"

Mika whipped her head about to look up at the bovine woman, suddenly feeling her stomach tie itself up in a big, uncomfortable knot.

"Wh-what!? I-I don't know what you're talking about!" the fox stammered.

"Oh hush. Don't act like you don't know," the tall lady grinned, giving the vixen's hair a bit of a ruffle, "How do you think I got -my- first victory? Now go get your prize, you earned it!"

The knot in Mika's belly untied itself and she sighed in relief. She immediately gave the big bovine woman a hug, even gracing her own enormous tummy a kiss, then waddled her way over towards the bar. The announcer had come out of his booth, carrying a cordless microphone with him as he approached the ceramic statue of the nude pig lady sporting a belly that suggested she had to have at least five in her, and very near term.

"Let's give a big round of applause for tonight's winner of the 'Preggy Bank', the very lovely, very large, Miss Mika!" the chubby mouse shouted through the microphone.

It wasn't the biggest applause in the world, but then the club was fairly small. It was however quite clear that everyone in the room was cheering their absolute loudest for the vixen. She blushed and offered what of a bow she could. The statue was opened and its contents poured out to show it had been one of the more generous months. She was going to walk home with at least ten grand.

That was one heck of a payday. It would go a long way towards affording her that house. Especially if Carl's generous contributions kept her anywhere near as flush as she had been tonight. She was going to have to really treat him. Maybe a nice dinner tomorrow night. She could even stuff a few bills into her bikini and hide it under a skirt. Everyone was always so sympathetic and happy to treat an expectant mother.

---Ending Number One---

Mika gathered up her money and carried it backstage to the dressing room, dropped it all on the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. It was a damn good look, she thought. But she needed to know if it was going to be sticking around or if she was going to be able fit through the back door when she left. Carefully, she began pulling down on the waistband of the bikini. Ordinarily, the change took a moment to kick in, so she held her breath.

The change never came.

Suddenly, she was feeling very nervous. She wasn't quite ready for a baby, let alone fifteen. She had heard this happened from time to time, but it was rather rare. In those rare events, even if the dancer had been pushed well past what was considered a normal term, she usually carried for several months longer. A few had even gone a full nine month term. They were going to need that house a lot sooner, and it was going to need to be a pretty big house. But at least they had some time until then. And it meant she wouldn't need to sneak the bikini out to enjoy being pregnant. She'd get to keep her belly.

She did look damn good like this after all.

---Ending Number Two--

Mika returned to the dressing room back stage when the evening's work was done. She wasn't able to dance, but she certainly could entice just by being present. What was amusing to her was that she had set the benchmark. The audience was suddenly eager to try and get the other ladies as big as she was. And while it took some doing, they did eventually get there. Mika usually did too, but she was almost always dead last. It was kind of nice being the first one to hit the mark, even if it had been a little dishonest.

She sighed and began pulling the bills from her waistband. Little by little, her tummy shrank away until it was completely gone. The vixen looked at herself in the mirror, now completely flat about the middle once again. She already missed being swollen. She couldn't help it. She loved being pregnant, even if it wasn't real. Sure she would tease Carl about 'accidentally' ending up actually pregnant, but it was all in good fun.

Mika began dressing to head home. She tugged her pants on quickly, then dragged her shirt down over her fit and trim figure. Another quick look in the mirror saw her disappointed at the absence of a belly while she straightened out her hair. She would get to be big again soon enough.

"Mika!" called out a voice from an approaching figure.

It was Brice, the tall, somewhat intimidatingly buff horse. He was the manager of the club and usually he was nice enough, but there was one thing he was very strict on.

"Oh hey, boss. What's up?" the vixen turned to face the stallion, trying to be as casual as she could.

"You're not trying to sneak out with your bikini bottom are you? I know those things have a tendency to walk off." he crossed his arms and frowned.

"What? No! Of course not! I know they're club property and extremely important to this place being able to make money! I would never think to try and take one off the premises!" that was a lie and Mika knew it, as did Brice.

"Show me." the horse frowned deeper.

Mika sighed and pulled down on the waist of her jeans, revealing the strap of the very garment she had just claimed she wasn't trying to 'borrow'.

"Alright, you caught me. Carl and I were gonna celebrate since I won the Preggy Bank. Can't I have it just this once?" the vixen pleaded.

"Sorry but no. Rules are rules. Take it off." Brice gestured with a hand, a single finger pointing to the lady's groin, then dragged downward to signify the bikini's removal.

Just as Mika was about to do just that, feeling rather dejected about it, another voice joined the conversation.

"Uh huh, sure, rules are rules. Is that why you've got one on right now, boss?" Elsie approached from behind, stuffing her hands into the horse's pants.

She wasn't intending on pulling the strap of a bikini up. Instead she had tucked two fistfuls of bills in. It had to have been enough to nearly match what Mika had managed to grow all the way up to Carl's first twenty. The stallion's stomach began to swell outward, pushing up on his shirt--always one size too small to pull tight around his thick frame--until his gut was completely exposed. He shivered and let out a soft whinny before clutching his stomach, blushing deeply in embarrassment. He had been found out.

Mika just stared, wide-eyed in wonder.

"Boss... are you... are you into this? Like, not just seeing us do it, but you doing it too!?" the vixen clapped her paws together and bounced a little where she stood.

"Sh-shut up! I... I just... So what?! Neither of you better breathe a word of this to anyone!" Brice fumed as he squeezed his legs together, trying to conceal the growing bulge under his rather gravid tummy.

"How 'bout this, boss?" Elsie grinned, reaching around from behind to help rub his belly, "You come with me and I help you out with this in the way I know you really want to, and you let Mika borrow hers. And no one has to know about your little secret except the three of us."

For a brief moment, the horse looked like he was going to say no, but the teasing fingers dancing over his taut, firm belly convinced him otherwise.

"Fine... but only for tonight. It comes back here first thing in the morning. And if you wanna do any playing like that at home, you have to spend the money to buy one on your own." Brice said while fighting to keep from moaning.

"Thanks boss!" Mika replied gleefully, even leaning in to hug the stallion, giving his tummy a firm squeeze and a kiss, "That's a real good look for you. You should show that off! Be proud of it!"

Brice's face turned a deep scarlet and he was unable to say anything more. He just turned and walked away, coaxed that direction by Elsie. The cow lady gave him a bit of a push then turned back to Mika. She quickly dragged open a drawer and pulled out another one of the special garments and tossed it to the vixen, mouthing for her to make Carl wear it, and to send her photos of the fun.

The fox's eyes widened as the idea dawned on her. They both could enjoy being swollen, together. Oh tonight was going to be a blast. Mika quickly stuffed the second bikini bottom into her purse. The stack of cash she had won would stay at the club, be counted properly, then added to her paycheck as a bonus. There was no way she was walking home with ten grand in her purse, just waiting to be mugged. Elsie would make sure Brice stayed honest.

On the bus home, Mika sat quietly, fighting to contain how giddy she was. She had slipped a few bills into her waistline just before leaving the club and tugged her shirt down over them. When she was satisfied with her belly sticking out just enough to force her shirt up just a little to show it, she held there, content to only be a fraction of how large she had been. The bus driver had noticed, commenting on her tummy. Mika loved it. She even spotted a few of the other passengers staring a little. Oh it was just too delicious.

When she got to the tiny one bedroom apartment she shared with Carl, she pushed the door open, closed it, locked it, then headed straight for the bed. The wolf was already there, laying in wait, completely naked on top of the sheets. He grinned seeing the lady's belly and sat up.

"Hey honey. So you managed to sneak one out. Tonight's gonna be a lotta fun." Carl said.

"Oh you have no idea." Mika smirked, pulling the second bikini out of her purse.

Carl's eyes widened and his face fell, realizing what she had in mind. That was a direction he had not expected. Mika had to convince him to go along with it, but thankfully, it didn't take much effort. It just so happened that the garment was close to the right size for him. It fit fairly well and Mika had to confess he looked pretty good in it. And with a little adjustment, she could get at his 'assets' without needing him to remove it. As they pressed together, already enjoying the lady's motherly curve, the vixen began slipping bills into the wolf's waistband. Carl shivered and grit his teeth as his stomach began to stretch and turn round.

He could see now why Mika was so fond of that game. If it felt this good just to grow a relatively small bump--only three pups at twenty weeks, roughly as large as the fox--then he was in serious trouble. They locked together in a strong, lust-driven kiss, working to undress the lady. Carl ended up on his back with Mika straddling him, pressing their stomachs together.

The wolf was already inside the fox again, thrusting, growling, making her produce all sorts of lovely noises. She was slipping singles into his waistband one at a time, oh so slowly stretching him out while he did the same to her. The pair gradually expanded outward until the vixen had to turn herself around, not even pulling off her lover to do so. Eventually, Mika ended up on her hands and knees, feeling the weight of a large, heavy wolf belly--ten pups and thirty weeks strong--pressing down on her spine. That combined with her own stomach, which had grown large enough that it rest comfortably on the bed under her, left her in utter bliss.

The pair lost count of how many times they brought each other to climax. They finally flopped back down on the bed together, the lady's head resting comfortably against her boyfriend's chest. They were both fairly large, though Mika had insisted on being the bigger of the two, and she was. She was nearly double Carl's size. And it was clear he was deeply enjoying the experience.

"So, we have to return these first thing in the morning, huh?" the wolf asked, out of breath and content to lay there under his mountain of a belly.

"Yeah. Brice said if we want to have fun like this on our own, we'll have to buy them ourselves. Which I'm totally in favor of. They've got versions that let you control the size without needing to stuff money in." Mika explained.

"How much are these things?" Carl gazed down at his stomach, running one paw over the vast dome, wrapping his other arm around his lover's shoulders.

"Pretty pricey. A couple thousand each. They're specialty items after all." she answered, showering her own tummy with the same love.

"Well, we've got the money. Hell, maybe I can get a job there with you and we can pull down twice the tips." the lupine said, intending it to be a joke.

"I'll talk to Brice in the morning. Maybe they can do a male pregnancy night. He's into it himself. He's been sneaking a bikini off for himself at the end of the night. Elsie caught him while I was trying to sneak mine out." Mika grinned.

"Oh damn! I'll bet that didn't go over well!" Carl laughed.

"Yeah, we'll see how things go in the morning. For now, I say leave'em on. I wanna sleep like this." the vixen sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling in closer to her boyfriend and his beautiful, gravid dome.

"Yeah, I wanna wake up like this. Night honey." the wolf said, just before yawning.

"Night sweetie."