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Tyler hated waking up in his own bed. Mostly because he was usually dreaming of being with her now, and suddenly realizing she wasn't there, that the soft surface under him was just some stupid fake padding, was just about enough to break his heart every time. But today not only did he wake up on a cold, scentless, metal and padding thing, but he woke up super achy down there, so much he had to roll over on his back with a groan-- which immediately felt very odd.

Peeling his blanket out of the way, Tyler found a spire jutting through his jammies. His thing was super hard, and he'd only just woken up! Just keeping it wrapped up hurt, and he had to dig a paw inside, wincing as he grabbed hold of himself and carefully dragged free of the soft pants. Drawing deep breaths, he stared at his thing. It was... bigger. Definitely bigger. Before, he could hide it completely with both paws even when it was hard, but now, he could only barely close one paw all the way around it-- and doing that stung!

Last night was a blur slowly seeping into his mind again. He'd put his thing inside Mrs. Hutchinson's, and she'd ended up shooting a bunch of her stuff inside him... His other paw reached down, remembering that, and he shuddered softly. His balls were huge too! They rolled across his little thighs, fat and stretching his little white sac utterly taut. They were sensitive too, but he didn't think he could even fully close his paw around one of them. They were nowhere near as bad as last night, at least, but this was... crazy! He almost looked like a little bitty Mrs. Hutchinson down there!

The pup couldn't help but giggle at that thought, rubbing over his bits down there as tenderly as he could. It was weird... it stung a lot, but it felt kinda good too. But... he couldn't go get ready for school like this! This thing felt way too hard and too sensitive to just go down on its own, and the only other way to get it down... that would probably make a big mess, judging by his nuts. The pup spent a few minutes lying in bed, pouting and wiggling that strangely plump shaft in the air before him.

Finally, he ended up peeking his head out into the hallway. The coast was clear, so he dashed for the bathroom, holding his jammies in front of him, unaware how obvious his balls were from behind, swinging wildly between his toddling little legs.

But the pup made it unseen, and after a moment peering around the bathroom, he flipped up the toilet seat. Okay. He just needed to... Shoot some stuff. He'd done it a lot, and he'd seen Mrs. Hutchinson do it. Swallowing, Tyler gripped the hefty, dark red cannon slung out before him in both paws and gave it a few slow, careful strokes. It twitched with arousal, but it hurt a lot too. Last night had really stung at the end! Wincing one eye shut, the pup struggled with getting the right amount of pressure going. This would work better if it was slippery, he thought... He glanced around the bathroom a moment, but a hint of moisture on his finger drew his attention to that rod again. The tip was leaking a little...

Biting his lip, the little husky tried cupping one paw under his tip and carefully squeezing up his length with the other. A thin, syrupy, clear liquid came out, pooling in his fingers as he shuddered. This could work... He spread it over his length, and his mouth fell open in a breathy little moan as his fingers slid smooth over that heavily veined, sore flesh. Oh, that was much better! But not quite enough... Carefully, slowly, he stroked over himself, catching every thick dribble of juices from his tip to smear over himself. Soon, he found his hips pushing forward through his fists, his mouth hanging open, tongue out, eyes hooded as he held back low groans. It was still way too intense... but like this, he thought he could...

A sudden, violent throb rocked through him, like everything between his hips had just seized up in a fist, and he only barely pointed that steel rod down in time for a lance of white to jut forth, splattering across the back wall of the toilet bowl, splashing out and across the floor. Gritting his teeth, the pup bent over to force that length further down, and with great, rhythmic splashes, he shot a fat load of creamy white into the toilet, his hips jerking forward with every thick rope he produced despite his every effort to keep steady.

Belatedly, it occurred to him to stick one paw down over that spasming head, and hot jets caromed off his palm, shooting between his fingers. Still, by the time he tapered off to a few last, lazy spurts, his paw was coated in the stuff. He panted out, legs wobbling under him, and grabbed the corner of the sink to brace himself on with his other paw, letting his heavy tool wag about dripping on the carpet as he considered that plastered paw, drawing it up under his nose. It smelled... like her.

He moaned softly, a single, painful twinge of arousal making his reddened poker jerk up in the air just as it had been starting to soften. His tongue slid out to meet those fingers even as they stuffed into his muzzle, and he slurped up his own hot, fresh, slimy stuff. Her stuff. He'd kept it fresh inside him! He could taste a little of what might be his own flavor, but even now, the taste of her dominated, and he couldn't help but lick his paw clean. Sighing, shuddering, he reached down. His balls still felt... heavy. She was with him... she'd left a bit of herself inside him. He didn't mind leaving it there for now...

Pressing his back to the wall, he slid down to sit and catch his breath. He'd gone and hardened again, but he definitely still ached, and as her taste faded, he found he could relax, slowly, and that oversensitive length finally started to droop, then withdraw into his stretched sheath.

Once he could move without worrying about hitting anything sensitive on anything, he got some toilet paper and did his best to clean up the splatter. It had gotten everywhere! He hoped he got enough of it. He turned on the fan and sprayed some air freshener, just to be safe, and flushed away the evidence. He did feel lighter, and not so swollen down there. It should be good enough, he thought.

Relieved but weary, Tyler hurried about getting ready before his parents raised a fuss. He was still in something of a daze on the ride to school when his mom jerked him out of it with the magic words: Mrs. Hutchinson.

"Huh?" He straightened suddenly, shifting in his seat and straightening his backpack in his lap. He wasn't sure if he was just imagining it, but the crotch of his shorts looked a little more bulged than usual, so he was covering up.

"The dinner tonight, honey. Did you forget? We invited Mrs. Hutchinson over when she brought you home." She smiled. "We thought it was about time we get to know her a little too, since you've been over there so much."

Tyler was silent for a moment. "...Oh." Faintly, a sense of panic passed through him. They'd be talking with her a bunch? Knowing how she got, that could be... risky. Tyler was used to being sneaky with his parents, but she seemed to worry a lot about what they were doing. He thought he had her convinced it was okay, even if they had to keep it secret, but with his mom and dad sniffing around her, it could be... bad. He cleared his throat. "Okay. But... um..." How to put it? "Be nice to her, okay? She doesn't talk to lots of people lately, I think. She's kinda shy."

His mother chuckled. "You want to protect her from us? When have we ever not been nice to guests?"

The boy worked his fingers together into a little knot against his bag. "She's just... kinda sad. And you get kinda... intense with folks sometimes. Like um, that skunk lady?"

"That was...! Complicated. And she started it." It had been a screaming argument by the end. "But alright. We'll... go easy on her." She smiled, a hint amused.

Tyler nodded and hugged his bag closer, sitting his chin on it. He guessed that meant they wouldn't get to have any real fun tonight... Just lots of weird, awkward talking.

By lunchtime, Tyler knew that wouldn't be enough. That odd aching had turned to kind of a tingling in his sheath, and he couldn't go five seconds without some subtle shift in how he sat stirring that sleeping creature, reminding him suddenly of his predicament, of last night, and forcing him to take slow, deep breaths to avoid poking the inside of his shorts. His balls didn't ache now, they just felt... good. Really good. Like he wanted to do something. That only made him shift and squirm in his seat, which jostled around those oversized orbs, stirring him up more. Tyler was not learning very much in his classes these days.

His first words when he got home were to ask if he could pop over to Mrs. Hutchinson's real quick. "I just wanna make sure she's getting ready okay, and not too nervous."

"I think she'll be fine," his mother responded wryly. "You can see her soon enough, Tyler, go get ready. You have more homework, right? If you want to go over later, you'd better start it now."

He probably did, though he couldn't really remember. Grumbling, the boy stumped off to his room.

Sure enough, he did have homework, though it was hard to say if it didn't make sense because he hadn't been paying attention in class, or because he could barely focus on the page long enough to read a full sentence at a time. He hardly got anything done by the time the doorbell rang.

"Tyler, could you get that?" Came his mother's call. He slapped down his pencil and toddled for the door, and she added as he passed the doorway to the kitchen, "your father's going to be a bit late."

He reached up and undid the lock and swung open the door eagerly, though the boy's eager grin fell open in a shocked O as he stood in the doorway.

"Hello, Tyler." Mrs. Hutchinson giggled faintly as he stared, fidgeting with her purse. "You like it?"

Her already wonderful curves were wrapped in an elegant dress of cream and white, chased with hints of lace. Her shoulders were almost bared, her looming chest topped with a ruffle of fabric that covered her well but sank into her cleavage, hinting at what it hid. The lines of her dress complemented her well, even making the soft pudge of her belly seem to curve gracefully, and that fabric hugged the impossible bulk of her hips, rump, and the bulge in her front, all three, somehow without looking like it was strained to bursting. Still, it was a snug garment, with slits at the knee to either side that gave a glimpse of some kind of white underskirt, but also of the dark fur of her calf. Her shoes exposed her toes, which seemed rather tiny and cute under her great, looming form. And her hair was all fancy too! All loose but curly, and the way she was smiling at him...

"You're really pretty," he finally breathed. She reminded him of how his mom would dress sometimes when she was going to something really important, except Mrs. Hutchinson actually looked really good.

She laughed at that, almost silently. "Well, thank you, young man." There might have been a touch of red in her cheeks, under those red stripes. "May I come in?"

The pup realized he was just standing in the doorway staring at her, and quickly stepped aside. She stepped in, murmuring her thanks, and he closed the door behind her without looking at it.

"Eva?" His mother called from the kitchen.

"Yes! Good evening." The red panda replied.

"I'm a little busy with dinner just now, go ahead and make yourself at home, alright? It may be a bit of a wait, Gerald had to stay over at work."

"That's alright. Thank you for having me over!"

"I'll be out in a few minutes. Sorry!"

But before Mrs. Hutchinson could do anything to make herself comfortable, Tyler was tugging at her paw. She turned with an amused smile. "What is it, Ty--? Ahh!" She was hardly turned his way, away from the door to the kitchen, when he flipped up the front of her dress and ducked under it. "Tyler!" She whispered frantically, but he was already pushing up into that snug space, stuffing his head into the narrow gap formed between her balls and the dress.

He actually nearly bruised his nose-- she was wearing some kind of sturdy, lacy thing around those orbs, like she'd had around her breasts before! It made it a little harder to really snuggle with the great orbs, but he smuggled his arms around them all the same-- and pulled on them, angling for his real target. "I just wanna-- real quick!" And with that, he hefted himself up, his body a wriggling bulge in the front of her dress, and stuffed his muzzle into her sheath. She gasped sharply, and a paw grabbed at the back of his head through the dress as he pushed to burrow deep into that musky place, tiny shocks running through his body with the thrill of that delicious musk soaking into his nose, her juices filling his mouth as he licked over her inner flesh, even nuzzling at the tip of the beast lurking within as it stirred and nudged up against him lazily.

"Tyler...!!" There was desperation in her barely audible voice, but her paw trembled, holding him tight against that sheath for a moment as she ground forward and that dark beast gave a single throb of life, shoving against his snout. But then her grip shifted, pushing him down his sack again. "Th-that's enough, hurry and...!" Panting, she squeezed him down, and he reluctantly released her oddly wrapped up orbs to slide down and duck out from under her dress. "Ohh..." She groaned faintly in concern as he popped up into the fresh air again, grinning and licking his lips. "You're a mess, dear. Go wash up, quickly." She whispered, glancing over her shoulder at the doorway.

He wanted to keep her taste with him, but he supposed it would be pretty suspicious having his fur all mussed up like this. He toddled off, and apparently just in time, as he heard his mother inquiring as he slipped into the bathroom. Now he had to hurry. He didn't want to leave those two alone! It was hard to tell how much of her scent had ended up soaking into him, though. Frowning at himself in the mirror as he dried off, he finally sighed and rushed to his room to change his shirt. After just a moment's thought, he folded the other shirt up and threw it on his pillow with a smile.

In the living room, though, rather than awkward silence, or any of the worse things he could imagine, he heard-- laughter?

"Ahh. Yes. No, I had to learn my way around a sewing machine long ago, you may imagine." Mrs. Hutchinson was still tittering as Tyler walked in. "But no, I know. I just haven't had many excuses to dress up recently, so I hope you'll understand." She'd settled into a large, padded chair that could do well enough as a loveseat for his parents, but that she filled thoroughly.

"Of course," his mother nodded, and smiled to him as he joined them. She was seated on the couch, her paws folded in her lap, and Tyler quietly moved to sit on the couch as well. "I just wish I'd realized, I'm--" She glanced down at herself with a frown. She was wearing one of the same simple skirt and blouse outfits she usually wore.

"Oh, you look wonderful," Mrs. Hutchinson smiled warmly. "Don't you say a thing otherwise. I think I inspired Tyler to change, though." His mother glanced at him, and the red panda winked. "Is that your nice shirt, Tyler?"

He looked down. He honestly hadn't paid attention, but this one had a rocket on it. "It's one of my favorites." It was kind of a dumb design, really.

"Oh, honey, you could've put on your nice button-up if you wanted to dress up a little!" His mother giggled, and he pouted and shrugged. "Well, now I really do feel like I should change, but no time: I need to get back in the kitchen." She rose. "Thank you again for coming, Eva. We should be able to start dinner soon, so you two just relax until then. Oh, did you bring...?"

"I did." She pulled a small box from her purse. Some sort of card game? "Tyler's only played it once, though. I may have an unfair advantage." She smiled with a touch of mock deviousness. "Shall I set it up?"

"For after dinner, maybe?" His mother was already heading back to the kitchen.

"Of course." She watched his mother go, then smiled down at him, gesturing him closer. The pup was off the couch in an instant, but she held up a paw to slow him. "No more... hijinks, alright? We absolutely have to keep it a secret, or we'll never get to see each other again." She stroked over his head, her voice barely audible even this close. He nodded against her paw, and she sighed softly. "Alright. Now, you told them we play games?" He nodded again, and she smiled a bit fretfully. "Well, I think they're jealous of how much time you spend with me, so they've asked to try and play a round with us. I grabbed this for us, but you have to learn how to play before dinner."

The pup pouted at that, but he'd gone through worse to hide fun things from his parents. He managed to get her to sit on the couch with him, though, so they could at least settle in snug side by side as she quickly went over the game, and they laid it all out and practiced a little until they heard a car pulling up in the driveway.

His father stepped in with a sigh, his tie loose and his shirt unbuttoned-- and he stopped dead, staring at her a moment.

The red panda smiled, making a faint suggestion of a curtsy. "It seems I've come terribly overdressed for the occasion. I'm sorry, I got a little excited to have an excuse."

The slender husky cleared his throat, straightening his tie without seeming to realize. "Oh, uh... that's fine." His voice sounded strange. "I'll just, uh... I'll... Be out in a few minutes. Sorry to keep you guys waiting."

He was moving toward the hall as she responded, "not at all, Jerry." He almost missed a step. "Oh, I'm sorry. Gerald?"

"Jerry's fine," he mumbled, coughing, and disappeared into the hall.

Mrs. Hutchinson gave a chuckle so low, Tyler could only just make out the deep rumble of it, almost more by feeling than sound. He supposed it was kinda funny seeing his dad act all weird like that, usually he was very... flat and hard, not... wobbly and confused. The pup frowned at that curiously, but Mrs. Hutchinson caught his attention.

She was leaning low to speak quietly to him, though still holding a few cards like she was discussing the game with him. "There are a few other things you should keep in mind, too... You need to trust me on this, alright? I want to put your parents at ease about us..." The pup frowned curiously, but he nodded and listened as she explained.

Soon, his mother was carrying dishes to the dining room, and Mrs. Hutchinson rose to help her, praising the smells, then the sights, and though his mother tried to laugh it off she blushed a little and seemed to be smiling a lot as they got the table ready. Tyler was stuck setting the silverware, and his father finally returned, wearing a fresh shirt. Now his mother huffed.

"I really am the frumpy one now! I should go change."

"Sit, dear! Please." Mrs. Hutchinson touched her arm, smiling softly. "I told you, you look wonderful. If anyone should change, it's me. I would have, if it didn't take me half an hour just to squeeze into this thing." Something about her tone brought his parents to laugh along with her at that, and everyone took their seats. "Really, I'm just so embarrassed. Next time, I'll know better."

"You do look wonderful, Eva. I never--" His mother cut off a bare instant. "I really don't know anything about, um... I'm sorry. Never mind, now isn't the time." She hastily got to serving the meal, but Mrs. Hutchinson was smiling softly.

"You've already shown more tact than most, dear. Really, I don't mind talking about it, and if it's bothering you, better to clear the air, hmm?"

His mother's ears were twitching low as she passed a dish to Tyler. "Well... if you're sure. But, um, should Tyler...?"

"It'll be alright, it's nothing too..." She made a vague little gesture with her fingers. "It's rather simple, really. I was born with a serious condition that, untreated, would have killed me before I was 2. But there was a therapy to help my body adapt and cope with it. It was a little awkward growing up, but I was only a little different from the other children. The real problem was when I was 12, and..." She gave a shrug and a little smile. "Things started happening, as they do. At that point, I had a choice. There were two possible paths to take. One was to continue the treatment, but amp it up to full scale, and with some magic, the doctors could help my body find a natural state of equilibrium with itself. Or... they could... cut, basically. Kill certain parts, and I could live just about like a normal person, just... missing a few things." Her eyes fell to the table a moment.

The table was dead silent.

"It was quite a question for a twelve-year-old, but my parents believed it best for me to decide for myself. And, well..." She shrugged softly and spread her paws. "I decided to move forward with the treatment. My case proved to be a little more intense than most in the end, and it's had its... challenges. Of many kinds. But I chose this, and I feel I'm happier like this than I would have been otherwise. Some people see folks like me and assume things, but that's on them. What matters is who you are on the inside." She put a paw over her heart, nearly burying it in her cleavage a moment, and she smiled sweetly.

His mother was nodding slowly, a tiny smile on her lips, and he thought her eyes were glimmering a little. His father was dead silent like usual, slowly digging into his dinner. "Well," his mother breathed, "I think you look wonderful. I've never had the chance to know anyone-- like you, but I'm glad to have you for a neighbor." She rested a paw atop the red panda's on the table. "Just... let us know if there's anything we can help with, or if we're being inconsiderate or anything, alright? We don't, uh..." She glanced to her husband. "We don't know a lot about it, but we want you to be comfortable with us."

Mrs. Hutchinson smiled her big, warm, heart-melting smile, eyes twinkling. "Thank you, dear. But I really don't need much different from anyone else. Although..." She glanced down, and smiled apologetically. "It's true this chair is a little... small. Do you think that, uh...?"

His mother rose immediately, but they didn't have anything in the way of a good substitute. It took several assurances before she stopped apologizing, and Mrs. Hutchinson eventually ended up settling in two chairs, set side by side. The red panda promised she was comfortable, and the meal resumed.

After that, the talk got more boring, mostly grown-up stuff Tyler couldn't really bother to follow. He mulled over what she'd said about herself some, but she'd been so vague on some things he felt like he'd probably missed some of what she was saying. He was glad she hadn't gotten... cut, anyway. He loved everything about her just the way she was.

Sometimes Tyler looked up, confused when his parents burst out laughing at something Mrs. Hutchinson had said-- but he was pretty sure it shouldn't have been funny! A lot of the time it didn't even make much sense, he was pretty sure. But his mother was blushing and covering her mouth, and his father nearly choked once or twice, tugging at his collar, both of them struggling to hold back laughter, which only seemed to make it worse. Well, he didn't get it, but he was glad they liked her. He thought he was glad, anyway.

It was weird. He didn't remember the dinner table ever being this... noisy. Even months ago, at the old house, when things had been nice, the table was a quiet place. Comfortable, with bits of talking here and there, but now all of them were talking so much, they hardly seemed to have the chance to eat. Tyler ended up finishing first, sitting and fiddling with his fork and his plate as the grown-ups all talked about his father's job and driving and other grown-ups. A touch on his knee jerked him out of his sulk, though, and he looked up to spot Mrs. Hutchinson smiling softly at him, her soft toes curling to squeeze at his knee a little. He couldn't help but smile in return.

"It seems Tyler's all done with his meal." She glanced at everyone's plates a moment, then back to him. "Would you like to go and get the game ready to play, honey? We should really finish up here. We've nearly let the food go cold talking!"

"Game?" His father rumbled as Tyler slid from his seat. "Oh, game. Yeah."

The three of them spoke a little more, and laughed together as the pup retreated to the living room. He still only kinda understood, so he took some more time to study the cards as he moved them around, getting four places ready. Finally, the others were rising and passing plates around, and soon they were all settling around the couch, Mrs. Hutchinson stealing the big chair again to usher him onto the couch with his parents. She took her time explaining the rules again, and he felt mostly confident once they started playing.

The game actually turned out to be pretty fun once they got into it, even though Tyler didn't win very much. His father didn't really seem to be trying at first, but after his mother and Mrs. Hutchinson won the first two rounds, he started to lean forward and smile a little, looking at the women mostly. They'd gotten some wine out, and Tyler had juice. His dad started winning some, and Tyler managed one game. They chatted a little still, but mostly kept going around the table, and when his mother finally looked up and announced he should be going to bed, Tyler was alarmed. It couldn't be that late!

But they'd managed to lose almost two hours just like that, and he realized he did feel kinda tired. But he refused. "You're gonna keep playing without me, and then I'll never catch up!" He folded his arms and pouted. "It's no fair!"

His parents exchanged a weary look. He'd fought many a night to stay up later, and with Mrs. Hutchinson here he had more reason than ever, but that wasn't why he was determined to make trouble.

"Now, Tyler," Mrs. Hutchinson smiled, but her voice was firm. "If you don't get enough sleep, you'll have a hard time getting up, and you'll feel bad when you do. You do need your sleep. Anyway, I think we can put this game aside for now, if you're so worried about it."

The pup regarded her silently, tail twitching once, and his ears drooped. "...Okay." His parents gave a start, and he hopped down, toddling over to give the broad red panda as big a hug as he could manage. She bent over to return it, and his face ended up buried in the lace between her breasts as she chuckled warmly.

"Alright. I think your parents would like some hugs, too, honey." She patted his back.

Tyler turned, blushing a little, and went to his mother, who after just a moment's pause for surprise, gave him a warm hug. His father leaned down and gave him a quick, one-armed hug, rumbling something about sleeping well, and he retreated, leaving them still rather stunned. He heard his mother ask something quietly, and Mrs. Hutchinson laughed softly.

"Oh, I know boys at that age. They want to feel like you respect their opinions, and they hate just being bossed around. More than a firm hand, if you speak to them reasonably, I've found they'll respond well. Don't we all just want a little respect?"

The pup huffed to himself as he went to crawl into bed. Well, he hoped he'd done a good enough job helping Mrs. Hutchinson with her plan. Did this mean he'd have to start doing what they said if they talked like that? Well... maybe just a little. It could be a nice change, anyway. And he did have one thing to console him with being sent away... Crawling up the bed, he wrapped the shirt he'd left here earlier around his pillow and buried his face in it, hugging it close. Nice and soft, and it smelled like her... once it was warm, maybe it would be enough to let him forget she was just down the hall...

The next couple hours, Eva would glance up the hall occasionally, the way Tyler had gone, when there was a lull in the conversation. It was wonderful to talk with people her own age again, even if these two were rather too... yuppie-ish for her tastes. Besides, there was plenty of wine to go around, and once they really started loosening up, the conversation even turned a little lewd. Danielle was blushing constantly now, tittering and occasionally confiding embarrassing things about when she and Jerry had first gotten together, and they'd apparently done some experimenting. Jerry was still pretty quiet, but rather than stern, he seemed... content, his eyes dull. He sat back cradling his drink and occasionally adding a few low sentences to the conversation, or a startlingly loud laugh during one of their shared stories.

Eva had to be careful with her own stories. She had the impression they might be a bit much for these two... but with a few careful alterations and omissions, they did the job well enough. It was still enough to keep the two fascinated when she got into one, and Jerry was starting to give her looks that she knew well, when his wife was distracted. Finally, Eva rose to excuse herself to the restroom.

She was used to tiny toilets, of course, but by now she'd managed to drink enough to be just a little wobbly. These two hadn't seemed to realize she was a deal less affected than either of them, of course. She'd been drinking extra to try and make up the difference, but she didn't want to drink up all they had...

Sighing, she moved to the sink and washed up, taking a moment to scrub at her face. She felt so warm... and it wasn't just the drink. She looked up, meeting her own eyes in the mirror. "You've put that life behind you. Just because you've made one little... exception... doesn't mean you should jump right back into it." She swallowed, glaring at herself. "No, especially not these two. You can't do that to Tyler." Her eyes watered a little, and she gripped the sink, letting her head hang.

After the divorce, she'd... sworn it all off. She told everyone she was done, and she deleted her contacts, and she wouldn't answer the door. She hid from it all, hating herself, hating them. Until they finally stopped coming. Finally, she was just... alone. Alone, to deal with what she was. She sniffed, and looked up again. "It'll be good for you, to have... normal friends. That's a thing people do. Friends you just talk to, and... nothing else." She laughed faintly, for some reason. "You'll be fine."

She stared into her own face for a time, paws flexing on the sink, until she felt a little more steady. Okay.

Outside, Jerry was waiting, a tall, slender silhouette in the darkness of the hall.

"Oh! I'm sorry to keep you waiting." She laughed nervously, moving into the hallway, trying to get out of his way.

A paw landed on her hip, pulling at her. "Not at all..." His voice was a low rumble. "You're worth waiting for." His body was hard, pushing against her side, then sliding around behind her.

The red panda swallowed. "Ah... Gerald, y... you're married...!" Her voice was soft. She should be louder. She should pull away. Pull his paws off her waist.

A faint growl was his answer, and his paw slid up, pushing into the broad underside of her one breast. He had large paws, but still he could barely even push the one mountain up before his paw was just about swallowed in that softness, even with her bra. A hard tent pushed against her rump, stretching the snug fabric to let him dig in between her cheeks. "I just want to... touch you..." He rasped.

She glanced down the hallway. Low light spilled from the living room, and she could see about a quarter of it from here. His wife was out of sight, but not by much. She drew one paw up, clutching at his on her waist. She needed to stop this. "Gerald...!"

"Call me Jerry." He hissed into her neck, just barely reaching it on her immense form to give her a nip. His hips were rolling now, grinding up the cleft between her cheeks through her dress. "Did you really... fuck that couple? The skunks?"

She shouldn't have mentioned that one. But it was one of her tamest stories! Biting her lip, she nodded a little, and she could feel him harden against her, grinding deeper, pulling at her waist. She couldn't hold back a shaky little sigh, feeling him throb against her. Tyler had been wonderful to her, but it had been so long since she'd felt a real cock against her... And he was strong! Stronger than he looked, so thin and bony. His hips ground tight to her, digging a rough furrow in her dress, and his paw pulled from hers, both of them sliding down. "What...?" She squirmed a little as he started pulling at her dress. "Wait, you... n-not here...!" She panted, her words choked, as the back of her dress started to slide up her thighs, bunching around her waist.

He only growled into her back, pulling at her dress until he could finally flip up the back of it. A hot, reverent sigh poured against her as both his paws seized into her ass, nearly disappearing into each globe, gripping into her and spreading her. Her panties caught in his fingers and he dragged them down as something unzipped behind her. She started to twist, disbelieving. He couldn't really want to...! His one paw seized at her front, just below her breasts, pulling her back against him as his other paw fumbled to pull her one broad cheek aside. "Just... a little touch..." He rasped.

Hot flesh slid between her cheeks, delving down into her rear cleavage as a faint snarl buried in her back. He let her cheek go and seized her hips. It felt like he was of a reasonable size-- her cheeks alone easily devoured his length to the hilt, and he was groaning under his breath as he ground around in her ass, leaking pre across her fur. She... she should have done something before now. Now, it was too late, and she felt so hot... His paws, they might have been small, but the way they gripped and pulled at her, the way his hips shoved hungrily against her... Her body ached for it. She leaned against the wall, and he pushed her up against it, setting to fucking her asscheeks greedily, panting and growling and trying to choke back the sounds. She couldn't be doing this. His wife was just in the next room... This was Tyler's father! If they split up over this, poor little Tyler would be so sad... she might destroy his family like this! And... and then she might never see him again!

She gripped at the wall, her eyes watering, but her hips were rolling back to meet his drunken rut. She was starting to push an extra bulge out the front of her dress, and she was panting out, ears drawn back. Her mind was melting. Just... just this once. He wasn't even inside. L-like he said, it was just touching. Practically no worse than a little groping! Just... touching her... grabbing her... prodding at her tailhole with his deepest, most vicious thrusts.

And suddenly he was shaking, pushing up tight against her, throbbing fat and painting her pucker with his load. With one emphatic push, he kissed to that ring, and she thought he might have pushed a little liquid heat right up inside her. Shivering, she chewed on her tongue, clawing into the wall.

And then he was done, puffing, resting his head on her for just a moment, before he was pushing her dress down again. It took a shuddering moment of effort to drag his shaft out from between her cheeks, and her rump sealed around his load, trapping it snug against her little ring. She panted and whimpered once, a few electric little jolts running through the depths of her belly as she felt that warm, slimy mess slide around as she shifted, pulling her panties up sheepishly. W-well... it was done with. Just a little... drunken encounter. He'd probably not even remember it in the morning, they'd all had a lot to drink. She fumbled for something to make her feel better.

"I, uh..." He cleared his throat, smirking briefly, and gave her rump a squeeze. "Thanks for coming over. Think I'm gonna head to bed. Let my wife know for me?" With that, he slid into the bathroom and closed it, leaving her blinking, standing in the hall, her rump impregnated. And she couldn't clean up. Not without standing out here waiting for him to finish up in there... and they'd already been an awful long time.

She... supposed there was nothing to do but head back to the living room. Well. After she took a few deep, calming breaths, forcing the bulge below her belly to ease. Okay.

Eva tried to walk in casually, ignoring the slick slide of flesh on flesh down there. It took her a couple steps to realize that Danielle was actually... asleep? She sat with her head back on the couch, her eyes closed, and her glass in one hand, which was tipping rather precariously. Eva stopped. If she was asleep, then... she could just go home! Tell them they both fell asleep and that was that. She started to turn, but paused. That wine could make for an awful stain.

Carefully, she padded closer and took the husky's glass, surely just seconds before it might have fallen-- and Danielle drew a deep breath, stirring. "Mmm. What? Oh!" She laughed faintly. "I'm sorry. I was thinking, and uh... Jerry didn't chase you out of the bathroom, did he?"

Hiding a little grimace, the red panda set down her hostess' glass. "Oh, no, not at all. He did want me to tell you he's going to bed, though."

Danielle made a dramatic face. "Honestly. He can be such a lightweight." Her words were uneven, her cheeks red, and her eyes were falling closed again. Apparently unaware of this, though, she patted the couch next to her. "Please, sit, dear! I had been hoping to have the chance to talk with you in private, to be honest." She smiled, eyes blinking slowly shut and open again.

She hesitated, but slowly, Eva moved to sit next to Danielle, drawing a deep breath as the husky's husband's seed squished inside her. "I, um... I probably should be heading home soon myself."

"Ohh, do stick around just a little longer, please." The husky smiled broadly now, grasping Eva's broad thigh, just to one side of the blatant dual swell in her lap. "I have to admit... You really... You told some interesting stories tonight, Eva." The red panda knew she should have bit her tongue! "I hope you'll forgive me if I ask a few... personal questions? I didn't want to say anything too embarrassing in front of the boys, but between the two of us, I think we can be honest, don't you?"

Eva swallowed, trying not to think about her balls, still rather tensed from moments before, and how close that delicate paw was. "Well... no harm in a few questions, I suppose. I try to be open, to spread awareness." Part of her was whispering that she should go.

The husky nodded happily. "Wonderful! I really do want to... understand you better. So, um... from what you told us, about your... sexual partners... and uh... what I can..." She managed a sly grin, glancing down. "...see for myself... I... well... I just, really have to know. Are you... fully functional? Both ways?" She met the red panda's gaze now, and the light in her eyes was not... academic curiosity.

Swallowing, Eva looked away. "Ah... yes. I'm a functional hermaphrodite."

"Wow..." The dog whispered it. "And, uh... so, I mean..." Finally, she broke down into a little giggle fit, squeezing that plush thigh. "Well I mean, is it like, normal size, or as big as everything else?" She cleared her throat. "You don't hafta tell me, I just... I keep wondering..."

She drew her paws together over that bulge, fingers knotting together, fidgeting. "It's... pretty large."

"How large?" The words were silky smooth.

Starting to blush, nose lowering, Eva stared at the far wall a moment longer. Finally, she pulled one of her paws up, gesturing about a third of the way up her breasts. "It, uh.. comes up to here or so."

Of all things, the husky laughed softly. "Oh, okay! I kept imagining like, it got as big as you do or something maybe! But naw, I could practically take that!" She laughed outright now, leaning back.

Folding her paws together again tightly, the red panda managed an awkward chuckle, relaxing a little as the woman eased away.

"Mmnh..." Danielle relaxed with a few last chuckles, then looked to Eva again. "So... could I touch it, you think?"

"What?!"

"Oh, come on, please, Eva? It's just us girls!" She wriggled closer, smiling, bleary eyes fluttering. "I married Jerry young, and you know... I wonder sometimes, but I could never cheat-- could never go to another man behind his back. But sometimes I feel like, well..." She looked down at that bulge, ears twitching about slowly. "Like I missed out on things... Now, here you are, not a man, but you've got the most fascinating dick I ever heard of tucked away in your panties." It was a little hard making her words out now she was talking fast but still slurring things, but she seemed impassioned suddenly, and quite awake. "I just want a little something new, but I don't want to hurt my Jerry. I think if it was you, it would be okay. Please?"

The rush of words left Eva a little dizzy herself, and blushing steadily. What was happening in this family...? Hadn't they made up before? Yes... they'd seemed to be getting along much better thanks to Tyler's little absences coming over to her place. So, maybe it wouldn't hurt...? She swallowed. "I... I couldn't. If I cum, it'll be an unbelievable mess, believe me."

The woman giggled. "Well, I'm not asking you to fuck me!" Those sudden words made Eva jerk under her own folded paws. "Just... a touch!"

Eva swallowed. "I... if I tell you to stop, you will, right away? I don't want to go too far." This was already too far. Why was she doing this? But Danielle was smiling broadly as she nodded several times. She looked so... gleeful. Was she really that excited just for a little touch? It was... flattering. And she was already having a hard time keeping it in her dress.

Drawing a deep breath, Eva leaned back. "Alright... just, um..." She peeled her dress up slowly, carefully. She almost felt like she was watching herself move from the outside, disbelieving, but her body was practically moving on its own. She just... she was aching to be touched, and Danielle was aching to touch her. This was nothing near as bad as she used to be, it wasn't like she was... relapsing or anything. Just a little friendly... touching, between friends.

She flipped the front of her dress up at last, revealing her balls, squished up between her thighs in their own broad supporting cups, lacy and reinforced. Above them, a black tip poked from her sheath, twitching slowly, jutting out the top of her gossamer panties. Danielle sighed at length, staring at the display, and slowly reached out. Eva braced herself, drawing a deep breath, and that delicate paw drew in to hover over her tip... until a single, urgent throb pushed that broad tip up into her fingers, making both of them jump as precum smeared between them. Together they moaned faintly, and the woman's fingers curled around her head, embracing it carefully.

"It's... so hot..." The canine whispered. A moment, and she looked up, smiling. "It's beautiful!"

Eva laughed faintly, blushing, drawing slow, deep breaths as she grew under that touch, pushing up into the woman's paw, forcing it higher, spreading her fingers. "Well, I... careful...!" She sputtered a little as those fingers swirled intently around her, feeling up the broad wedge of her head, teasing out still more of that hot, black flesh.

The husky giggled, "I'm being careful!" But she hardly seemed to understand her neighbor's concern, eagerly feeling down that emerging length, stroking along the back of her crown and wrapping her little paw around the shaft pushing up beneath it. "Gods... it's not even hard, and...!" She wrapped both paws around that shaft now, and her fingers only barely touched on either side.

Leaning back heavily into the couch, drawing deep breaths, Eva tried to fight herself. She tried to fight the rush of heat, the trembling need rising in every inch of her body. But she was so...! After Jerry's little bout with her rump, her balls were still churning with need, and now... now...! W-why were the both of them so intent on this? On risking everything! Suddenly, her mind leapt onto a single idea. Maybe... If both man and wife had been... inappropriate... then they couldn't go and divorce over it! Right? And both with her! That had to count for something! Her eyes were searching the ceiling as her mouth hung open, panting, her hips jerking up a little into that tight grip around her shaft. She couldn't even think, and any excuse was plenty enough right now. "Fffuck..." She rasped, her head clouding over with alcohol and lust.

Those fingers were stroking now, sliding up and down her shaft as more and more poured out of her sheath, and Danielle watched on, fascinated, eyes hooded. "It's really... where were you hiding all this away?" She giggled, half senseless and leaning well over into the red panda's lap by now, admiring that shaft as she coaxed out more and more of it. She couldn't even fully encircle it with her paws now as it hardened, though she certainly seemed to be trying, squeezing tight around the length as her paws slid all the way down to nestle into that sheath, then took the long journey stroking a fat wad up her cumvein to let precum bloom over that head, stroking over it, making a mess to drag down her again. "Oh, it smells... smells like..." The woman leaned closer still, her eyes glossed, her breath spreading an aching little whisper of a chill across that throbbing cockhead. "I think my first boyfriend had a scent like this... he liked to hold my head down and..."

Eva closed her eyes tight, her paws bunching into fists at her sides. She was absolutely not going to skullfuck Tyler's mother. She knew she probably could, with a little work, a little... training... but she-- she wouldn't! That was her one thing she could hold onto. A-anything else was okay, but making Danielle into a living fucktoy was... she wouldn't do it, no matter how much she... how much the woman seemed to... She wouldn't!

A tongue touched her, and her entire body jerked upward, a moan bursting from her throat. Her eyes fluttered open to find Danielle stooped over that fat shaft, her face plastered with juices, shuddering. One of her paws was stuffing between her legs now, working her pants open enough to slide inside, and the other clung desperately to that shaft as she moaned out, "gods...! S-so much...!" Her tongue darted up, swiping through that mess, and she moaned, tasting it properly. "Eva...!" That heavy, throaty tone might have made the red panda whimper, if she could make a sound just now.

The lump in her throat didn't last long, though-- moans burst from her as that demure little face planted over her cockhead, suckling at her, slurping rather clumsily over her knob. It was obviously too much for her, but the woman was determined to feast on that musky flesh, and Eva was... helpless. She still had a faint voice, a memory of wanting to, needing to stop this before it went too far, but it all seemed so small and distant, so meaningless under the sweet gloss of a tongue washing over her cumslit, of lips forming a wet seal around her bulk.

Her balls were drawing tight, and she started to panic, though she couldn't quite remember why. "D-Danny...!" She managed an almost gurgling moan as that shaft pulsed thicker still between them. The husky gave no notice to her attempt at a warning-- the woman was frigging herself desperately, struggling to wrap her lips around still more of the terrible creature she'd awakened, her eyes unfocused and staring into Eva's breast as her lips stretched and rolled around that flaring head. A tight noise that might have been a whimper slipped from the red panda as she reached up and seized hold of that pretty little head.

Those eyes bulged wide as her head lurched down a good inch, the tip of that monster kissing the back of her throat at last-- and its girth tried to pry her face right open as it flared out, the entire shaft turning to hot steel. She'd tried to warn her, but it was too late now. Far too late. The woman's neck bloated violently as spunk flooded it, and dual jets arced from her nostrils as her eyes rolled up in her head. Her belly took a visible swell within seconds, her slender form not meant to accommodate intrusions of this magnitude. The swell became a great dome as Eva grit her teeth, head rolling back, eyes shut tight, fingers digging into the woman's skull as she bred that throat, pumping load after thundering load down her little neck, though the excess flooded out around her, little rivers of white rolling down that black shaft where everything the husky couldn't take came right back up and out. Still that belly swelled against Eva's thigh, becoming more of a sphere than a dome-- her blouse popped open violently, her hide bulging out naked and taut, finally pushing the woman's paw away from that needy cunt below, slathered in juices. With that she slumped, caught between Eva's grip, her steeling rod, and the terrible weight in her belly dragging her down.

At some point, Eva gathered enough sense to drag the woman's head up, groaning weakly as her last few wads splattered all over the carpet. She'd... she'd gone and made a mess anyway... Slumping back in defeat, the red panda sighed at length, staring at her cock, slouching out in front of her now, spent but drooling still to make just a little more mess as it ever so slowly eased down. She'd... she'd really done it, hadn't she? How could she? Danielle was probably--

The husky half-threw herself into Eva's side, laughing weakly, rubbing over her belly, staring down at it with bleary, disbelieving eyes. "Ohhh, fuck! I... you really... I did it! I thought I was gonna die for a second there! But I... Oh, Eva, you're amazing! I'm sorry I ever..." She paused for a moment, drawing a shuddering breath. Then: "I think I need a restroom." She rose suddenly to her feet, sealing a paw over her mouth, the other flailing daintily as she rushed away, wobbling and bumping into things.

Eva twisted, watching after her. She knew she should try to help the woman, but... just now, she wasn't sure her legs would work. So she just hoped Danielle made it, and sat back with a shuddering sigh. Well... it was a pain getting this stuff out of carpet, but it wasn't impossible. Wait, that wasn't the concern here. Tyler's mother! And his father! She still felt that hot, slimy mess squishing around her tailhole, though it was growing harder to distinguish from the mess soaking into her lap, little pools and puddles slowly draining with her every pant and shift to seep down between her thighs. How... how had it come to this? What was she going to do? She just... she didn't want to hurt Tyler. She just wanted that sweet little boy to be happy. Why did she...

Eva spread her paw before her, covered in spunk. She... she didn't know what to do anymore. She'd fought so hard to be something else, but with him, it had felt so right, so simple... Now, though... what difference was there between all this, and what she was doing before? Was she just going to become a creature of urges all over again...? Her paw closed into a fist, globs of seed squeezing out between her fingers to roll down her trembling wrist.

She just... wanted to be happy again. Was that so wrong?