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The visitors had all left. The front gates were closed. The zoo staff was beginning the process of closing down shop for the night. There was quite a lot to do, but there was one enclosure in particular that required special attention. That could only be provided by one keeper with the required expertise. The blue dragoness unlocked the gate that led into the indoor section of the habitat. It was closed and locked behind her by the other two who had followed but only that far. She was going in alone.

It wasn't bravery or stupidity that compelled the dragoness. It was merely an understanding of what this particular occupant required. He was friendly, under the right circumstances. It just so happened that he was in a decent mood today, so the azure lady was not at all nervous. Granted, she was never nervous when coming to see this rather unique specimen. He had a penchant for being eccentric, but never aggressive. Since he wasn't plainly visible in the indoor portion of his enclosure, it stood to reason he was likely in the outdoor portion. So, the lady turned and made her way out into the open where visitors could see the exhibit. There was no one watching currently.

"Alright sweetie, time to come out. You know what this is about." Smokey said.

She adjusted her light tan button down shirt, emblazoned with the zoo's logo just above the left breast. Hers had been designed to go without pockets on the chest since she already had enough weight there to contend with. As it was, the shirt had to be one of the few that were special ordered. The blue drake wasn't the only one who was so specially endowed. As it stood, she was just about too big to fit that size. Part of her wanted to order the next size up, but she had decided against it. She kind of enjoyed having a bit of cleavage popping out of her collar. It was why she left the top button undone.

A rustling of leaves came from off to the side, drawing her attention. The dragoness turned and put her paws on her broad hips, sighing a little. He was feeling playful apparently. That was only going to make this all take longer. Smokey didn't mind taking longer, but usually only once the whole thing actually got started. This toying with one's prey was a little tiresome.

"Come on. I know you're there. You might as well just show yourself so we can get started." Smokey called out.

The rustling continued, this time visibly within the center of her gaze. She frowned softly and walked her way over towards the bushes, her thick-soled shoes making the loud, heavy 'clomp' noise they were known for. It was a sound every animal in the zoo--keepers included--could identify. The dragoness leaned forward and began parting the shrubbery to peer under the cover to see if she could find her target. He wasn't there. Instead, there was a puddle of black ooze, thin and sticky. The branches had been lightly coated in it as it descended down, dripping into the puddle.

Smokey furrowed her brow for a brief moment, then was startled as the black puddle suddenly darted out of view as if dragged or slurped up. It was then that she noticed a prickling along the back of her neck. It was an old flight-or-fight response, triggered by a sense that there was a predator watching, waiting to strike. She had made a cardinal mistake. She had assumed the motion had been her target. It had been a distraction and nothing more. A new rustling came from somewhere behind the lady. Her heart rate jumped and her ears swiveled about, trying to pinpoint the source. In the back of her mind, she knew it was already too late.

A warm, wet sensation began to slip around Smokey's ankles, seeping down into her shoes and running up her calves. She couldn't move them. Whatever it was that was wrapping around her was holding her in place with incredible strength. She grunted and struggled for a moment in utter futility. It took her only seconds to understand it was pointless. By then, the moist heat had washed up over her knees and was quickly rushing up over her thighs. There was a tingle associated with the contact suggesting whatever it was spreading over her was reacting with her smooth hide. It felt akin to a massage, but on a finer scale and all over whatever the substance covered.

A gasp was forced out of the blue lady as the black ooze worked its way up into the legs of her shorts, far too short to be truly appropriate for public display. But then the zoo wasn't known for modesty. That was how she got away with showing so much of her chest. The ooze dove for her groin and began sinking in against all the crevices and features found there. The bulge in the groin of her shorts suddenly twitched and squirmed. Her length was already working on expanding outward, but with the added mass, it made it look like she was far better equipped than she was. That was something she might have to toy with later. As soon as her petals were spread and 'kissed' by the odd ooze, a moan filled the area.

"Oooo okay... mmm, you caught me," Smokey said, "Now what are you going to do with me?"

A rush of warm, humid breath washed over the back of the lady's neck. Her mane should have stopped it from getting to her hide so easily, but then she could feel a muzzle pressed oh so gently against her neck. It had spread the grey locks out of the way so that the creature she had come to visit could run his tongue along her spine and take in her scent.

"You were more foolish than usual. I could have just snapped you up whenever I wanted." answered a voice, deep, husky, and seductive.

"I guess I was distracted by what we're supposed to do tonight," Smokey replied, "You ready, Anima?"

"Not until I have had a chance to properly greet you. It's been how long since last we were able to properly entertain one another?" the creature of black asked as it pressed in against the dragoness, slowly forcing her down onto all fours.

She knew what he was up to, and she wasn't about to dare stop him. She had been hoping he might be feeling so frisky. It was part of the reason why she had volunteered to be the lead keeper over him. The 'kiss' below became more than a kiss as pressure saw more of the ooze spread her nethers open wider. It took very little effort. She had been terribly eager, and that amused the creature making itself known.

The oozing darkness that had crept out and captured the zookeeper was beginning to take solid shape, pressing down against her from above. The slippery goop pouring itself into her canal began to take its own form as well, pulling into a broad, strong protrusion. Fur began to sprout along the heavy mass pushing down on her from above; warm, luxuriously soft, and wrapped around something decidedly feline and chubby. Anima's muzzle remained comfortably planted against the dragon's neck, nuzzling and licking as he slowly formed on top of her, mounted and already inserted in her. The ooze of his lower half had begun tugging her shorts off so that he could rut away properly. Smokey didn't protest. If anything, she was a little confused as to why he wasn't at his full size.

"Since the last time you bent me over and had your way with me? That was only two days ago. Far too long." Smokey replied.

Her shorts were gone by now, and she had not bothered to wear anything under them. She had anticipated this evening and left out her usual custom panties. They had to be rated to hold back what her shorts had been trying to keep contained. Now, everything was free in the open air, drooling and oozing, making a puddle on the ground of her own creation. The goop cupped around her shaft and sac withdrew, leaving her disappointedly unattended in that region. However the rather large, engorged rod buried in her and extending deeper and deeper certainly made up for it.

Soon, Anima, the vast puddle of darkness, had taken his solid shape. He appeared to be a large cat, a leopard of ridiculously enormous proportion and black as midnight. He thrummed loudly in the zookeeper's ears, wrapping his forelegs around her chest, clinging tightly to her as his tail swished silently behind him. His weight was enough to keep Smokey trapped on her paws and knees, and she would never deny how good that felt.

"It would seem you're already right on the verge, and I'm not up to full size yet. Has my little blueberry forgotten and lost her edge?" Anima asked in that same husky voice.

"Go as big... as you want... I can take it. You know I can." Smokey shot back, already beginning to pant.

She wanted to shove a paw down between her legs and fondle herself, but she knew doing that would put her chest and chin on the ground with so much weight on top of her. The fat feline was proud of how heavy he was, and his belly sagged down on either side of her. He could have just laid down and let his solid form spread out and he could conceal her quite easily. Especially if he had been at his full size. Impressive, given that Smokey was rather tall. She was close to three meters, so long as one didn't count her ears or horns. At his full size, when standing on his hind paws and leaning against a wall for support, Anima could hit twice that easily. He was hiding roughly half his mass somewhere nearby so he wouldn't overwhelm the poor dragoness.

Her insistence that he not hold back removed any hesitation he had. More of the leopard's goopy black self poured in from the shadows, adding to him and becoming more of his pudgy, squishy, solid self. He stretched larger and larger, growing heavier as he grew. Soon, he was forcing the dragoness down onto her shoulders even without her needing to give up support. As soon as she saw what was happening, she eased herself down, then shoved both paws down under herself. Her hips were still raised, allowed to remain that way so the giant cat could have access. Her fingers traced over the sizable swell he had created in her abdomen. She could feel it pulsing under her hide and that left her trembling and moaning.

The leopard began to thrust, bucking his hips forward, ramming hard into the zookeeper with each wet slurp. She was already soaked, coating the sleek mast embedded in her in a thick sheen of honey mixed with Anima's own drooling. He was such a copious producer. She could feel it lubricating her insides, slathered about against her flesh, even pooling in her womb. It left her to roll her eyes back in her head, though no one could see it. Her upper half was completely concealed under the big cat. All anyone could see of her was her rump and legs, framed by the leopard's haunches as he pounded and pumped.

The sound of the big feline's heart pounded away in Smokey's ears. It and the heavy, powerful purr from the fat cat drowned out everything else. She was trapped under him, pinned, not to be freed until he was finished using her. And she reveled in that. The wet squelching of his humping drifted lazily through the enclosure. Her cries of arousal were muffled by the layers of pudge pushing down on her. A couple of staffers walked by along the path outside the picturesque jungle habitat. They paused seeing the familiar blue legs and tail under the dark creature. For a moment they allowed themselves to stare, then turned to continue on about their own work. It was just business as usual. Smokey was taking care of her primary ward. She was the expert after all.

A shriek, almost an avian screech, burbled up from under Anima as he humped faster. He knew what that was about. He could feel the tight clench around his thick mast as the lady under him shivered and quaked. She soaked his loins and her thighs in a powerful climax. A thick splash of sticky white pooled under her as her own shaft bucked hard, emptying her sac of its contents across the fake stone below. And still Anima didn't stop. He wasn't going to stop until he was properly done. That was coming soon enough. Or perhaps too soon depending on how both lovers looked at it.

The moist slapping of an enormous pair of swells swinging forward into the blue lady carried on as the feline thrummed away. He liked how accommodating the dragoness was. He had other keepers in the past. They had done their job admirably, but nowhere to the degree that Smokey had. She was far sturdier than all the others. To him, it felt as if she had been made just for the job. A growl rose up in his throat as he recalled how many keepers he had gone through before landing on Smokey, and just how satisfying it had been finding someone he could let himself go completely into.

A new screech came from under the tubby leopard, this time paired with a snarl from the cat himself. His jaws were opened wide, teeth bared, ears folded back as he slammed home one last time. He had abused the poor girl enough. Of course, she wouldn't see it that way. She'd probably ask why he stopped. Once she had enough breath to do so. She was currently getting a stout filling. Her belly swelled outward as gallons of leopard spunk poured into her womb. It was hot, thick, and sloshed about under her hide until her tummy sagged down and landed in the puddle of her own release.

The whole process had taken only a few minutes, letting the dragoness feel each sudden swelling as each mighty spurt was fired into her. That was likely her favorite part of this whole endeavor; each sudden jump in size, the jerk of the rod inside her as it added to her. She was left breathless by it. She could already feel the thin trickles of moisture under her chest seeping out from her nipples. He had gotten her to leak all over, spilling her milk across the floor. Anima would count that as a victory. If he could make her milk, then that meant he had rammed in deep enough to really leave her shaking.

Slowly, the thrusting and rutting calmed down and the leopard eased himself down completely. Now, he was forcing the lady to lower her rump, but he refused to pull himself free. She just shuddered as her bloated, gurgling, groaning form was completely hidden away under the greedy feline. He could turn back into goo right there and consume her. She could quite possibly never be heard from again. He was certainly inclined to be that possessive. The chance Smokey might spend the rest of her days as little more than added mass, wriggling and squirming away in his puddle, or in his paunch depending on his mood; that was very possible. And she would never once beg to be released. But that wasn't what was in store for tonight.

"Mmm... you really haven't lost your edge. I could probably do that three more times and you would be begging for more, wouldn't you?" Anima asked, sounding quite smug and satisfied.

Smokey wanted to answer. She tried to, but the heavy cat was a bit difficult to get a message through. He heard her try to speak then realized he was probably making communication impossible. So, he slowly sat himself up, but only enough to permit the lady's head to show from under his tubby gut. Smokey took a deep breath once she could access fresh air again and descended into a series of pants to fill her lungs. Finally, she found enough strength to speak.

"Maybe... not begging..." she replied.

"Oh I know you well enough to know you wouldn't play coy." the leopard said with a grin.

"No begging... demanding." Smokey huffed, turning her head to rest a cheek on the ground and show a huge grin.

"That's my girl," Anima replied, "So, another round? Or do we not have time?"

"They probably would like it if we kept this relatively short. They've got plans for this place after all." the dragoness answered.

"Yes, of course. Moving me to a new enclosure. Moving another resident in here. I really don't see why it's necessary. I'm perfectly happy to share my space with someone else." the leopard said.

He gave his hips a soft wiggle, making his shaft twitch about still buried in the dragon's loins. She moaned quietly and clenched up, not wanting to release him.

"Share isn't the word they would use to describe what you do. How many other zookeepers did you eat and try to keep to yourself? The whole argument for sentient pudge didn't fly with the higher-ups." Smokey said with a tired laugh.

"Yes, yes... I'm aware. Silly creatures not wanting to enjoy being part of something bigger than themselves." Anima said.

"That they don't have a problem with. It's when that 'something bigger than themselves' doesn't want to let them go that they start to take issue with. You'd end up just doing that whoever we put in here with you. Then you'd end up even bigger and harder to take care of." Smokey said.

"Bigger is always better, though." the leopard mused.

"I would tend to agree, but in this situation, I think they would rather go with smaller," Smokey replied, "You ready to get put into your transport cage?"

"Oh alright. At least I know I can have a little fun along the way. It's been a while since last time I did this. Are you sure you can handle it?" Anima asked.

"I can handle anything you throw at me. Fire away." the dragoness answered.

"Very well, then let's get started. And since it's such a rare occasion, I think I'd like to take my time and properly thank you for your hard work in taking care of me." the cat replied, lowering his muzzle as he purred deep in his throat.

His nose bumped against the dragon's cheek, giving her a tender little kiss, then his broad, rough tongue ran its way from the base of her neck all the way up to the tip of one of her ears. He could very easily have opened his jaws and slid her in without any trouble at all. She would be a more filling meal than the other zookeepers, at least on an individual basis, but she likely wouldn't make that much of a bulge in his belly. He really was quite sizable after all.

The feeling of something solid laying down on top of the zookeeper slowly vanished. Instead, it felt like a part of him had turned gelatinous once again. In fact, it had, down between her legs. He was seeping in around her, spreading about under her bloated belly and soaking up every last drop of her various releases as he could. It was a lovely little touch, cleaning up his lover after completely ruining her. The sound of slippery, viscous sludge moving around filled the dragon's ears. She could feel the solid, firm intruder between her legs start to fade, turning soft and pliable. It didn't let her relax much. It still kept her well spread in spite of the change in form.

A lewd sucking sound came from down below as the feline began his work. Slowly, Smokey's belly--already well bloated and creaking quietly--began to swell anew. She moaned and shivered. One of her paws cupped against the great bulge, still hidden under half a ton of fat leopard. She could feel him wrapping around her legs, her tail, and even engulfing her crotch, like he had before. Anima was pouring himself directly into her belly, turning gooey and just sliding directly in. Smokey could feel the weight on her back slowly retreating.

Anima sat himself back further, clinging to the dragoness who had been his caregiver for the last few years. She was pulled into a more seated-upright position and held there. From the look of things, it appeared as if he was trying to assimilate her into his oozing self. He was covering a generous portion of her lower half, keeping her legs spread, and making her swell further and further. Smokey panted and writhed, running her paws over her steadily growing belly. She was enthralled. She wasn't going to let him stop until she had every last drop of him inside her. That was the plan after all. She was his transport cage.

The leopard growled and rumbled as he felt his keeper trying to bounce herself against his sloshing presence. He maintained the pressure, forcing more of himself in at the same, steady rate. Slowly, he shrank behind her, leaning her against the trunk of an artificial tree as he focused more of himself on her groin. His head vanished from behind her along with most of his mass. His muzzle then appeared between her legs, wrapping his lips around her aching, twitching spire. It had been completely coated in his dark ooze, looking like living latex covering her. As soon as he began to suckle away, Smokey yowled anew. One of her paws pressed against the back of his 'skull' to hold him in place. It was a pointless expenditure of energy. He could just slip out of her fingers if he wanted. But the pressure and stroking between his ears felt quite lovely, so he lingered.

Bit by bit, the puddle around the azure dragoness shrank away, adding to her growing belly. She was certain she could hold all of him. She had done it before after all, several times in fact. However, he had grown between each transport, and this time had been no different. He had to have added at least a dozen or so liters to himself, if one were to measure him in fluid scales. She would be reaching the upper limits of her capacity, but she was certain she could do it. Her cries filled the air and drifted for quite a ways through the zoo. She had drawn a few more stares by now. Other zookeepers had stopped to watch their co-worker bloating up from her work to contain one of the more interesting--and dangerous--creatures in the whole facility. Of course, he was only dangerous in that he had a tendency to get very clingy and not let people go.

The goopy cat slurped his way into the waiting petals that had contained him several times in the past, relishing feeling the warmth of her womb surrounding him. He could sense her with more than just touch. He could smell her powerful aroma seeping into his being. It meant he would have her scent on him for days, possibly weeks after he was released. He rather liked knowing that, able to detect her on him after the fact. He could even taste her, all of her, every crevice, every fold of her interior, everything his mass touched, he could taste. And she tasted divine to him. It was why his 'head' remained latched onto the monstrously swollen dragon's shaft. He slurped greedily until he made her cry out one last time and drank of her sticky release. He let the flavor of musky, salty burst linger in his muzzle as he withdrew, permitting the last of him to slurp out of sight between her legs.

There, Smokey lay against the trunk of the fake tree, paws on her vast gut, legs splayed wide open, but not a drop of her precious kitty leaked out of her. She wouldn't let him. There would be a brief rest as she gathered herself. Before she could actually do anything, a tendril made of Anima's black ooze slipped back out of her puffy folds and reached out. It collected her shorts and helped to work her legs back into them. As he retreated one last time, he tugged her shorts back up into place, doing very little to conceal anything, but at least she was back in uniform.

"Ooof... damn... what have you been eating? I feel like I've got a whole swimming pool in me!" Smokey cried out and laughed.

"You don't know? You're the one that approves my feeding schedule." Anima replied from deep in her belly.

"I'm putting you on a diet! You're too heavy!" the zookeeper said, grunting as she rocked herself from one side to the other in an effort to climb onto her paws, still clad in her heavy-duty shoes.

The dragon's gut sloshed about audibly. The smooth dome wobbled unnaturally as the feline it contained, compressed and squeezed so comfortably on all sides, settled in to his temporary lodging. He rumbled heartily, making sure the vibrations of his purr would hit all the right spots inside his lovely, breathless home.

"You love how heavy I am. If anything, I think you've been trying to fatten me up so you can enjoy that much more of me inside you." Anima said.

"Guilty as charged," Smokey replied with a grin, "Now, be good in there. I've got a lot of work to do and I don't need you tipping me off balance."

"Oh okay. You're no fun." the cat said jokingly.

The blue lady began waddling her way out of the enclosure, panting for breath as each time she took a step, a jolt of electricity shot up her spine. She truly loved the feeling of carrying the big, heavy, fat leopard inside her like this. And this was the biggest she'd ever managed to stretch. Her stomach sagged down past her knees, but it was slowly shrinking. That was purely as a matter of practicality. Anima was condensing himself, keeping the weight, but lowering his volume. It helped when Smokey had to fit through doors that might not be wide enough.

The steady swaying and sloshing about within the dragon zookeeper's womb carried on for quite a while. Anima could hear her conversing with others on staff. It sounded like she was tending to various other tasks rather than carrying him to his new enclosure. That puzzled him, but he didn't interrupt. After all, she was busy, still on duty.

"How are you feeling, Miss Aquatos?" asked a short, squat canine dressed virtually the same as the dragoness.

"I'm feeling great! I've got Anima all squared away, he's settling in, and I'm moving around just fine!" Smokey replied quite happily, rubbing a paw across the great dome of her belly.

By now, it had receded up to just above her knees, giving her plenty more mobility, but still enough girth for her to be completely giddy over.

"Excellent. And you two are comfortable with the arrangement? I wouldn't ask it except well... you know." the canine asked.

"We're both doing just fine. And you don't have to ask, it's my pleasure. And Anima's for that matter." Smokey said.

"Wait, comfortable with the arrangement? Why wouldn't I be comfortable with it? What's going on?" Anima asked, suddenly suspicious.

The canine raised an eyebrow than gazed at the huge, grey orb the voice had come from.

"You haven't told him?" the dog asked.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Smokey said, looking down at her gut while giving it a fond squeeze, "I told you that you were going to a new enclosure, well, you're already there! Surprise! I'm your new home! Go ahead and get comfy in there! We're gonna be roommates!"

The dragon's belly wobbled firmly, looking terribly uncomfortable to the dog. And yet Smokey could only gasp and moan. She adored it when the leopard wiggled around so much.

"This is my new enclosure!? Seriously!? This is where I get to live now!? Full time!?" Anima cried out gleefully.

"That's right! Last time we moved you, we didn't have to worry about anyone accidentally 'falling into you' and having to pull them out, maybe lose a couple of other people in the process. You and me, we're stuck together! I promise I'll take really good care of you!" Smokey said, unable to keep from smiling as she massaged her still active middle.

"I don't see a downside to this!" Anima replied, giggling madly.

The hidden leopard began sloshing himself about, putting pressure on a few key spots inside his dragoness carrier. It made her shiver and widen her stance. Almost immediately, Smokey began to feel changes start to take place. He wasn't just getting comfortable; he was bonding with her, sinking into her being. The overwhelming majority of his mass was going to stay right where it was, in her womb, but he had other plans for portions of himself. The blue dragon's chest began to swell, threatening to force her shirt to stretch beyond its limits. It had been unable to cover her stomach, so it had some leeway to work with. Eventually though, the second and third buttons popped open, exposing more of her bust. She had grown at least three cup sizes immediately. Her nipples pushed through the fabric, giving it something to cling to so it wouldn't fall away completely and leave her indecent.

Below, her shorts bulged heavily. Smokey could feel the warmth of Anima's gooey form slipping through her, not just expanding her chest, but sinking into her scrotum as well. What had once been a pair of orbs rough the size of a couple of apples quickly took on the appearance of having stuffed two watermelons in her pants. Her length plumped and thickened as well, rapidly reaching the point where it was larger than one of her forearms. She gasped fiercely for breath, groping over the new changes. Her shorts had failed, leaving her sac and member dangling in the open air. She could even feel her hips widening, her legs and arms thickening, and her entire form shifting about. He was making her even curvier than she had been before.

When at last it was all over, the zookeeper dragon was panting, unsteady on her legs, and drooling from between her legs. Anima had certainly made himself very much at home. And Smokey could not help but absolutely love it.

"Well... I guess that answers my question. You two have a good night. I'll go ahead and order you a bigger uniform," the dog said, stopping himself as he was about to turn to leave, "Oh, were you serious about having Anima's information placard tattooed on your stomach?"

Smokey grinned drunkenly, still riding the high of the euphoria of her little transformation.

"I... I was joking... before... but now... maybe I should." she said through her gulps of air.

"I'll leave that up to you then. Just let me know one way or the other. Monday morning, you're out front, showing off the main attraction. Visitors love rubbing a huge belly." the dog said, then finally turned to leave.

"I can't believe you're my home now! This is gonna be great!" Anima said, making his lover's belly wobble all over again, "Now I can molest you anytime I want!"

"Mmm... yeah, you can... but you'd best save it for while I'm off duty. And maybe not so much while I'm in public. Might cause a scandal. But damn if it's not tempting to have you give me a blow job while I'm on the bus. No one would be the wiser." Smokey said.

She turned to waddle her way towards the locker room. She needed a quick shower, and then a bigger change of pants. Once she got home, she intended to let her new 'baby' go to town on her, do whatever he might want. They would have all the time in the world. Or at least a nice, leisurely weekend to really get to know one another.

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