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With Neighbors Like These...

Content Warning: contains (in no particular order,) Vore teasing, F/F and F/M and M/M vore, M/M blowjob, F/F rape-esque abuse, F/M married sex, F/M/M threesome sex, Female masturbation, Asshole Victim, Kinda Didn't Deserve It Victim, Graphic Digestion of said Victims, Sadistic Predator, a Weird Kissing/Feeding fetish, and a married couple sending each other nudes.

Linda breathed in deep the summer air, steeling herself before she pushed the door bell. A part of Linda wanted to have no part of this, to just up and leave right now, perhaps there was a chance that nobody was home and she could pretend she did all she could. Though Linda has no teeth, having a beak instead because she was an ostrich, she mused this meeting would be like pulling your own teeth out. Looking down at the seran wrapped plate of chocolate balls she was carrying, wondering if she could also get away with stuffing herself silly with all these chocolates she had prepared.

Her hopes were all too soon dashed when she heard swift clacking of heels towards the door, with a cheerful "I'm coming!" The door swung open to reveal the home's owner. "Oh. It's you." said Margaret, a short, bleached-blond hair and brown-gray-furred rabbit, had no hint of the formal cheerful energy she had ready earlier. Linda would muse that if one looked up shortstack in the dictionary, they would find a picture of Margaret next to it, being that she was as wide as she was tall with tits and ass to match. Today Margaret was wearing a white summer dress with stylized yellow flowers flowing all throughout the cloth.

Linda, by comparison is easily twice Margaret's height, though that was mostly due to her toned legs (shown off by her tight pair of jeans) and long neck. Otherwise, her torso was similarly shaped like Margaret's, not that either of them would be flattered by the comparison. Though, with Linda's purple v-neck tee shirt, and the natural forward tilt of her torso, Linda couldn't help but be inwardly amused by how much of an eyeful of her bosom she must be giving to Margaret.

"What do you want?" Margaret started stamping her heels, already out of patience.

"I've come to clear the air between us, to reach a more civil understanding of each other." Linda lowered the plate to Margaret's eye level, and pulled off the seran wrap. "Consider this an offering of peace."

Margaret sniffed the chocolate balls suspiciously. "You're not trying to poison me, are you?"

"Unless you happen to be allergic to chocolate or tree nuts, no, I'm not." Linda said, making a point to pluck and eat a few of the balls. "Kahlua Balls, with a Zinfandel wine jelly filling."

Margaret picked one off of the plate, but still didn't eat it as she eyed Linda, "You trying to get me drunk with this?"

"Ha! You'd get sick of the chocolate long before you'd even get tipsy from these."

Margaret sniffed the ball again, before nibbling it a little. Sighing, she opened the door to allow Linda inside, "Fine, come on in, so we can talk."

Linda walked in, quickly led by Margaret to the kitchen inside. Furnished and meant for people half her height, Linda had to kneel down at the kitchen table without a chair, setting the plate of chocolates in the middle of the table, while Margaret sat down on a chair across from her to meet Linda at eye level.

"So. You want to clear the air? I hope you had an idea of where to start." said Margaret, eating the chocolate ball.

"The beginning is as good as any," said Linda, "we did after all start off on the wrong foot."

"Oh, so you didn't mean to turn your house-warming party into a orgy, turning the whole house into an abode of sex and debachery?" Margaret said sharply, popping another Kahlua ball into her mouth.

"Oh no, the orgy was fully intentional," said Linda, "we were under the impression you and your husband were aware of our intentions when our invite said 'house and bed warming party.'"

"Uh huh." Margaret stated, eating yet another Kahlua ball.

Linda coughed awkwardly, "It did only occur to us afterward that we should've been clearer. Would at least be a better place back then for you and your husband to politely decline, rather than cause a big scene after Tina ah- 'accosted' your husband into the bathroom."

"Yeah, that would have been nice." said Margaret as she glared daggers at Linda.

"To be fair on Tina's behalf, she thought your husband looked adorably cute." Linda smiled apologetically. It cracked from Margaret's unchanged glare.

"Anything else to add?" Margaret seethed.

"Not on that incident, no. We just believed that to be our fault for mostly what came after."

After a pause filled with the sound of chewing, she spoke up again. "So that's it? You apologize to me for trying to cram your "'lifestyle'" into our faces, now we can spend the rest of our lives ignoring each other's existence? I can live with that."

"Well, hopefully not completely ignoring each other, how else would you get more chocolates that you love so much from me?"

Margaret looked at her hand covered in chocolate, and back at the plate, and back at her hand. She could've sworn that there were more chocolates. "...Fine, we acknowledge and tolerate each other's differences. Are we happy now?"

"It would be, but I do have my own list of grievances from you towards me."

"Oh really?" said Margaret, "What, you want me to apologize for every time I called you a slut or whore?"

"Would be nice, though honestly the verbal spats we've had can and should be water under the bridge with our new beginning. No, the biggest issue is the nasty rumor you've started that me and my husband were spreading STDs." Linda said, her tone rapidly chilling with the last sentence.

Margaret froze, hand stopped halfway from tossing in another Kahlua Ball into her mouth, "How did you- what made you think that?" Margaret boldly lied.

"Oh it was quite simple, 'dear', just asking around just who and where they heard the rumors." Linda said, shrugging casually. "You and your own circle of friends were the common thread in all of them, and all of them pointed their fingers at you when we came knocking."

"T-that doesn't prove anything, it's their words against mine." Margaret started sweating, eyes darting and avoiding Linda's gaze.

"It is quite a few people's words against yours, 'dear', and you had either the gall or the poor luck of trying to lie to those who happen to be very close friends and partners of mine. Perhaps you should be thankful that I'm the one coming forward with chocolates, and not a lawyer with slander, reputational sabotage, and emotional damage charges."

"...Right! Of course!" Margaret smiled, drenched in sweat now. "I suppose I should offer at the very least some money recompense for those tests? They're $200 each, right?"

"$5,000. Each."

Margaret choked, "That's ridiculous- I mean, for you! To pay that much! Shouldn't insurance have covered it?"

"Yes, they did, but of course that does mean that our insurance might decide to up their rates because of our lifestyle. Because, in their eyes at least, we're being at risk of contracting such diseases at a later date perhaps."

"...and if I don't pay..."

"Hmm, I really should call the Lowell Family Law Offices back soon..." Linda pulled out her phone.

"No-no! I'll pay!" Margaret spoke quickly, "Just... how about by the end of the month?"

"Well, since we are trying to be friends, I suppose I can be merciful and agree to that." Linda smiled.

"Good! Good." said Margaret, "Just... how do you expect us to be friends? In case you haven't noticed, we couldn't be more different from each other."

"Well, our husbands get along well enough to carpool, surely we can find a common ground to start with."

Margaret snorted, "Hah, like that'll work for us. I do homekeeping, and I doubt we'd share tastes in shopping." She shot a brief but pointed glare at Linda's top.

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Linda nodded, "why don't we just gossip about our husbands instead."

Margaret snorted, "Not much to talk about then; Hugh is a good man, but he's an utter pushover. He'd probably apologize for existing if such a thing offended someone. Probably why Roger had such an easy time convincing him to carpool with him in the first place."

"That wouldn't surprise me, not to knock on my man's way with words." Linda smiled, "Honestly, I would have insisted to him that he negotiate instead, had he the time away from work, and not so inclined to try to woo you two to our bed in one day."

"Ugh, again with the sex thing..." Margaret rolled her eyes, "Listen, the whole reason why I never understood you or your husband? It's because sex is overrated! It's hard enough trying to drown it all out without you and your husband bragging to each other about how many stains you've put on your bed and couch. Seriously, at the rate you and your husband attract one-night stands, I'm surprised you two haven't left each other for some drug-addled hookers by now."

"First of all, they're partners. Secondly, both me and my husband know whatever fun we might have with other people, it's so much better when it's shared." Linda's phone buzzed. "Oh would you look at that, speak of the devil." Linda mused, chuckling softly at a picture Roger just sent to her.

"Wow, your husband is fucking a stripper in an alleyway right now, real impressive..." Margaret said sarcastically as she swiped Linda's phone out of her hands before she could tuck it away again. "Wait a minute..." Margaret stared at the photo; it was Roger holding his phone above him to show off a brown-haired white-and-brown-furred rabbit that was nose-to-crotch deep-throating Roger's cock. The photo buzzed again, it was the same angle, but now the rabbit had pulled himself away from Roger's cock. The rabbit however didn't pull away fast enough, and got his thick glasses covered in sperm, turning his embarrassed face towards the camera, identifying him as... "HUGH?!" Margaret screamed.

It was the fastest time Linda ever saw someone turn purple in the face, as Margaret nearly exploded into a screaming whirlwind of cursing and slurs. "IF I COULD GET MY HANDS AROUND EITHER ONE OF THOSE CHEATING CUCKING FAGGOT COCK-SUCKERS, IT COULDN'T BE SOON ENOUGH!"

"Careful dear," Linda said, grabbing and holding Margaret up by the hand holding the phone, "I just got this phone a few weeks ago, wouldn't want to see it cracked for no good reason."

"No good reason?! You, you housebreaking, cucking, smug, fat, bitch, bastard-child-of-a-whore, ass-fucker planned this! And all you care about is your stupid cum-covered phone!" Margaret spat.

"Excuse me, it's only cucking if you're not involved in the action." Linda said, waggling her eyebrows.

Margaret let out a primal scream as she kicked Linda in the beak. Linda stumbled, but still held Margaret's arm, but Margaret was still flailing and kicking and scratching her with her nail extensions. Linda swung Margaret at a wall, blooding the latter's nose, who then spun around in Linda's grip and kicked her in the ribs. Linda swung her free arm at Margaret's bloodied face, connecting and knocking the back of her head against the wall, knocking Margaret out cold.

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Margaret blinked, confused at the sudden change of scenery: to her, just one second ago she was wrestling with Linda, the next her head was throbbing worse than a migraine. Judging from the white tiles, she was in her own bathroom shower, but the angle was all wrong, the shower curtain rod was almost at eye level. She tried to reach behind her head to rub it, to see if that slutty bitch of a bird had caused any bleeding, but found that her hands were bound and held up past her head. She looked up, and saw that she was hanging off a shower head, hands tied by a familiar white cloth with yellow flowers. Margaret looked down at herself, and shrieked; she was completely naked, her own summer dress had been repurposed as hand ties, and her panties pulled down and tied in a knot around her ankles.

"Oh good, you're awake."

Margaret turned her head, and saw Linda was in the process of removing her shirt. "Of course that whore of a bird never wears a bra." Margaret noted mentally as she rolled her eyes in disgust. If one were to point out the hypocrisy that Margaret also wasn't wearing a bra that day either, Margaret would've said that she was exempt, since bras her size were expensive and hard to come by and the day was hot and she was planning on staying inside her home all day anyway, etc. She would also like you to ignore the fact that she and Linda have similar cup sizes.

Linda turned to face Margaret, making a show of slowly undoing her pants, licking along her beak, all with an evil glint in her eyes. "I always liked this next part when people struggled."

"You wouldn't dare rape me... Would you?" Margaret asked fearfully as Linda slauntered out of her jeans and panties. "I know I've always called you... very mean and mispirited things, but I never so much as implied you were so low."

"Oh no dear," said Linda, stepping into the showertub and kneeling and leaning down so that her head was level with Margaret's feet, "I'm about to do something much worse and degrading to you."

Grabbing Margaret's bound ankles, Linda opened her mouth wide, and slipped in Margaret's feet and started suckling them.

"You're going to suck my toes?" said Margaret, her disgust and disdain obvious. "If you wanted to act as pathetic as Hugh, you should've said some-THIING!!!" Her voice had pitched several octaves when Linda loudly gulped, swallowing Margaret past her ankles.

Linda loudly moaned in pleasure, giggling and saying a heavily muffled "Yummy for my tummy~" as she patted and rubbed her belly, signalling Margaret's final resting place. In truth, Linda found Margaret's feet disgusting, but it was worth the bad taste in her mouth to see Margaret's horrified face.

"Y-you couldn't! There's no way you could fit your cock-sucking beak around my f-f-fat ass! Nevermind the rest of me!" Margaret stammered out.

Unperturbed, Linda gulped again, bringing her to Margaret's knees. Giggling and moaning, she moved one hand to cup her breast, teasing her nipple from time to time, and the other slipped a finger in between her legs and started stroking her pussy.

"Ugh, AND you're getting off to this? You really ARE a degenerate sex-starved whore." Margaret spat out.

Linda rolled her eyes, and swallowed, pulling her head up to Margaret's hips. Giggling, Linda's tongue slipped in between Margaret's thighs, stroking her pussy with motions mimicking Linda's own masturbations.

"What-a-a-ah!!!" Margaret shrilled, face deeply blushing. She couldn't be turned on by this whore, Margaret thought to herself, but her body started to convulse in response to Linda's licking. Margaret tried to form words, some taunt to bolster her own composure in the face of this bizarre torture, but the only things that could come out of her mouth was a high-pitched ohs and ahs with every tongue stroke. Unfamiliar with her body's natural reactions, she could only hold on and ride out the shakes and shudders of her body, her pussy feeling warmer and warmer with each lick. more and more feeling release that she couldn't help but announce with a loud and lurid screaming moan.

Margaret almost passed out, but snapped awake when she realized that the sticky wetness that was going down her thighs to be inhaled by Linda wasn't sweat or drool: Margaret had cummed inside Linda's mouth. The worst of it was that by the slutty smug look Linda had in her eyes, Linda knew that Margaret came too. But to say such a thing, to admit such degrading things to anyone, never mind Linda of all people... No, she couldn't admit defeat!

"F-fine you stupid slut!" Margaret shouted, and started rhythmically thrusting her hips into Linda's head. "Go ahead and try eating me! It's what you wanted to do to me right?! Keep going, or did you realize that I'm bigger than the fattest dick you've ever sucked down?!"

"No, you'd be the biggest bitch I'll ever sucked down!" Linda would say, if she wasn't currently trying to suck down the bitch in question. Linda had to brace herself by leaning forward towards the wall behind Margaret and grip the tub rim, and was thankful that the tub floor was dry otherwise she'd surely lose her footing. If Linda was going to get any positive experience from this other than a full gut and the knowledge that her hated neighborhood rival is dead, it was going to be respect and admiration for Briana, who does not have to deal with her food talking because she prepped and cooked them first.

"Go on, choke to death trying to eat me, you bitch! It would serve you right! I can't wait to see the stupid look on your husband's stupid face when he learns you died chocking to death on MY! FAT!" A loud glurk echoed in the bathroom, Margaret's ass slid down and into Linda's throat wholly and completely in one swallow. "...ass?" Margaret whimpered weakly to Linda's smiling face.

"No, no, you can't possibly be able..." Margaret said as Linda moaned and swallowed, pushing in Margaret's pillowy gut. "You still have to swallow my tits! You'll suffocate long before I-" another gulp, and Linda's beak was pushing Margaret's breasts against her own face. To Linda's displeasure, Margaret didn't start suffocating yet, and instead started crying and screaming out, "HELP! RAPE! FIRE! BURGLAR! ANYONE! HELP ME! PLEEEEEEASE!!!" Margaret tried to find purchase for her feet, but throat walls were slick, and the entrance to Linda's stomach pulled open the moment the feet brushed against them. It took two sucking gulps before Margaret would be buried in her own tits, and another before they and her head were tucked inside Linda's mouth, leaving the bound flailing of her arms and ears to go, but even still Margaret was screaming.

Linda now stood up, undoing the knotted sundress around the showerhead, and relaxedly opened her beak. With nothing holding her up, Margaret was sent screaming all the way down Linda's throat, her descent stopping only when she hit the stomach. "I should've eaten that noisy bitch head first..." Linda mumbled as she turned on the shower and collapsed into the tub, one hand to rub her jostling belly and the other massaging her cooch.

"Oh god, oh god, I don't wanna die..." Margaret pathetically moaned as she shook her limbs away from the growing pool of stomach acid. The only thing she was accomplishing was flinging it all over herself, spreading out the itching burns of the acid. "Please! Let me out! I'm sorry, okay! That's what you wanted to hear, right? I'm sorry about everything, now hurry up and get me out before I fatten your chubby cheeks!"

"Sorry dear, I'm not gonna lie, I didn't think my peace offer would go through. In fact, I was hoping you were going to make an absolute ass of yourself, then I wouldn't feel so bad about making you a part of my ass." Linda smacked her gut, splashing the burning acids all over Margaret.

"AAAGH! I'm sorry! I learned my lesson!" Margaret begged, "I'll never bother you, or your husband ever again, alright?!"

Linda's stomach growled loudly, acid building up, and the walls actively pushed Margaret forward into it. "Oh let's not kid ourselves, especially now that you're in me. You said it yourself, we're too different from each other. You stewing in my stomach is really the only way our relationship could've gone anyway, I'm just cutting out all the extra years of our smoldering verbal barbs."

"Okay, you want something out of it?" Margaret haggled, "I could be your slave! A pet even, you wouldn't have to treat me like another sentient being! I could do anything you want, at any time you want! Doesn't matter how... depraved, I would do it all just so I could get out of here!"

"Anything?" Linda asked, and stopped playing herself.

"Yes, anything!" Margaret said, hope shining in her voice.

Linda considered it for a moment, a hand moving up to drum on top of her belly, feeling where Margaret was. It would be fun, watching Margaret bark like a dog, or whimper and whine pathetically as Linda slapped her around, or be forced to eat Linda out whenever she pleased. Linda finally put her head against her stomach near where Linda's head was and said, "Then you can be a good piece of meat, and digest." She then pushed Margaret's head downward, face-first into the stomach acids as she screamed and flailed uselessly. Linda resumed masterbaiting, her breaths were quicker and sharper than it was before, imagining what Margaret looked like right now as the skin on her face peeled and melted away in the foaming acids. With such sadistic images it didn't take before Linda drowned out Margaret's screams with her own pleasured screams, spraying her cum all over the tub. Linda would continue climaxing over and over again, she wasn't even sure when Margaret stopped screaming, she had lost count of her contractions anyway.

Head swimming, but now the bathroom was quiet, save for her happy panting, Linda patted her belly, "good meat." She groaned as she lifted herself up, turning the shower off, watching the water wash away the evidence of cum, blood, and spit. As she fetched a towel from the closet, Linda's phone buzzed again. Picking it up, it was a message from her husband:

< Hey, you alright, love bird? Your last message was all jumbled

I'm fine, just finishing off dealing w/ Margaret >

< Let me see. Just to be sure you're safe

Linda lifted her phone up with one arm, holding it about the same angle Roger had for his pic, showing off her engorged belly and her free arm the only thing covering her tits. Taking the pic, and reviewing it before she sent it, she cooed, "Oh, you wanted to say goodbye to Hugh before you go? Got a beautiful picture of you stretching me out with your melting face~" Linda laughed to herself as her stomach contents weakly shifted around as she sent the pic. Roger texted back in record time:

< WOW. I didn't think talking to her would go that badly

Oh it was going fine, until she saw YOUR pic of Hugh sucking you off >

<_< >

< Oh... Whoops >////>

She was still acting like a bitch anyway, she wasn't going to come around tonight >

Should've seen it though, would've made Brenda blush, or be impressed with her cussing >

Or punch her in the teeth, given the slurs >

< Glad to know that Karma looks hotter than hell :heart_eyes:

< Pity I didn't have the chance to fuck her ass before you added it to yours tho

< Not that it would ever compare to yours, I mean. She's still making your peaches beyond any other

Linda snorted, a smile cracking on her beak, "Smooth recovery honey."

As for Hugh, you still bringing him over to our place? >

< Yep. He's still fretting about his "Mar-gee" finding out... But I'm not gonna tell him why he shouldn't worry about that now. :smiling_imp:

You cruel monster! :scream: >

You're making me so turned on and you aren't even here to fuck me! Hurry up and get here while I'm still wet! :kissing_heart: >

< Don't worry, Hugh the delivery man is going as fast as he can! :kissing_heart:

"You wouldn't mind if I wear one of your dresses for when I meet up with your hubby later, do you dear 'Mar-gee'?" Linda asked as she pulled up her jeans, shaking and jiggling her whole body as she did, "Oh wait, riiight, you're meat! I forgot that I don't care about what you think!" Linda cruelly laughed as she slid on the summer dress, which barely covered her engorged belly, and left the bathroom.

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"And y-you're all sure Margee wouldn't know, right? Giving blowjobs on our breaks is one thing, but actually coming over and fucking you and your wife?! I mean, she knows we should be back by now, and she'll be tipped off that your car is literally sitting outside your house but without me at home! We literally live down the street just a block away, she'll totally see it!" Hugh said as he and Roger walked out of the car and towards the front door of Roger and Linda's house.

"Relax, my man," Roger said, patting Hugh on the back, "Linda made sure that Margaret will be busy tonight. She's learning how to unwind by having a lady's night with some of our friends, maybe even make some amends with Tina for example."

"Really?" Hugh blushed a little as he remembered back when he first met Tina, "But I thought you said that Tina moved away last Thanksgiving?"

"Doesn't mean that we don't visit each other for a little T'n'A fuck. Our group is like a second family to her." Roger said as he opened the door and ushered Hugh inside.

Hugh snorted as he walked in, "Yeah, the kind family that constantly fucks each other. Not to be rude, I mean, I think I'm jealous actually. You know Margee can be a bit closed minded about sex, we barely have sex with each other!... And if she finds out I've cheated on her with anyone else... Nevermind how much she hates Linda in particular..." Hugh furrowed his brow, "Actually, why is Linda spending time with the two us and not with the rest of her friends? Shouldn't she be there making amends and building friendships too?"

"Oh, uh-" Roger mumbled briefly as he thought of a quick explanation, "I mean, you can't have sex with me and my wife if my wife isn't here right? It'd just be like sex in the office but a change of scenery." he quipped as he led Hugh into the bedroom.

Hugh hadn't had the chance to see the inside of the master bedroom before; really he'd only seen the living room, the kitchen, and the guest bathroom/laundry room. Compared to his home's, the bedroom was easily twice the size, and had a massive red and pink bed that dwarfed any that he had even seen before. And laying bare naked in the middle of that massive bed was Linda. Hugh thought that Linda looked a bit bigger than the last time he saw her, but it would be rude to point out such a thing out loud, even when Linda looked absolutely stunning with her voluptuous curves. "Hello boys~ Come to make tribute to your Venus?" Linda lovingly crooned.

"Woah..." Hugh gawped, "Margee is going to kill me if she finds out..."

"Aww how cute, he's standing in front of a naked woman that's offering him sex, but he's still thinking about his wife." Linda smirked in Roger's direction. "You can trust me Hugh, 'Mar-gee' won't know a thing, she has other things to worry about tonight. This is entirely just between you, Roger, and me~" Linda said, spreading her legs wide, pussy soaking wet.

"O-oh my..." Hugh said as Linda bared all. He didn't even realize that Roger had already undressed until he heard the sound of him opening a condom.

"First time seeing a goddess of a woman?" said Roger, as he slid the condom on and started to pull off Hugh's shirt, "Come on, it's rude to do nothing but gawk at her."

"R-right!" Hugh said as he pulled off his pants and underwear, "But shouldn't I also have one of those?" he nodded towards Roger's condom.

"Unless you're planning on fucking me in the ass and pussy, no." Linda spoke up. "I'm on the pill anyway, so you're free to stuff this pie as much as you want."

"And I'm planning on making your ass sore." Roger stated as he brushed his hardening cock against Hugh's now bare bottom.

"Lucky Hugh getting the best of both teams~" said Linda.

Hugh blushed deeply as he lined up his dick to Linda's vagina. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his size, especially as he felt every inch of Roger's dick slowly burrow into his asshole. Hugh only just slid the tip inside when he felt Roger's thrusting, shoving him the rest of his own length inside. He didn't have the strength to withstand the larger and stronger man's thrusts and also thrust on his own accord, so all Hugh could do was hold on to Linda's voluptuous body as he squealed at every slap of Roger's hips hitting his buttcheeks as the motion transferred into Hugh pounding Linda's pussy.

However, Hugh didn't even last a minute before he shot his load, a meager sputter at that, declaring with a ograsmic wail. At the end of that, Hugh flopped on top of Linda's belly, panting loudly. Meanwhile, Linda and Roger stared in shock at Hugh's utter lack of stamina, Linda then shooting Roger an incredulous look that said"This is cocksleeve you're so proud about?"

Roger shot a very apologetic look as he pulled Hugh off before he addressed him, "Hugh, that was completely and utterly terrible! My wife deserves more than just a weak cumshot like that!"

Hugh, unsure of how serious Roger was with his dominating tone, stammered out, "B-but that's what me and Margee do all the time..."

"No wonder Margaret was such a stick-in-the-ass bitch." Linda thought to herself.

Roger roughly shoved Hugh's head down to Linda's crotch, "What, and you thought my wife was such a slut that she wouldn't mind? Look at her, she's wishing I brought nothing home rather than you! So you better lick every shameful drop of cum out of my wife right now!"

"Y-yes sir!" Hugh said as he pulled the pussy lips open. He stuck his tongue out toward the cum oozing out of Linda's pussy, when he felt Roger ram his dick deep into his ass again, shoving Hugh into Linda's soft crotch feathers.

Linda held Hugh down by the back of his head, and matched Roger's tone as she said, "You heard my husband, and you're not even allowed to breathe until you're done cleaning me out."

Suffocating and feeling his asshole stretched out, Hugh vigorously dug his tongue deep and lapped like his life depended on it. At the very least his cum didn't taste that different from Roger or any of his friends that Hugh was shared around with. And now he was getting pleasured grunts from both Linda and Roger so he was doing something right.

He was just about to turn blue in the face and pass out when Linda let go of him, moaning as she squirted on his face. "Good enough for round 1..." she said, still managing the dismissive and dominant voice despite her panting arousal.

Hugh was about to naively ask about how many rounds they'll go (which the answer is "as many as it takes" by the way,) when Linda's gut suddenly lunged toward Hugh, a ghastly and moaning face emerged, saying "Ooough...!" He practically leaped into Roger's arms and screamed, "W-what was that?!"

"Um, it's... dinner? That didn't quite agree with me?" Linda quickly said. "I'd be impressed that Margarent's still alive if it wasn't such an inconvenience right now..." Linda thought to herself.

Said "Dinner" lurched forward again, loudly and clearly saying "Ooough! Uuun!!!"

"M-Margee?!" Hugh stammered, "H-how... What..."

"Fine, you caught me," Linda rolled her eyes dismissively, "like I said, 'Mar-gee' won't know, because she has other things to worry about. Like being my next morning's shit."

"You can't just- I know you two never got along, but this is murder!"

"So?" Linda cruelly and dismissively snapped, "Not like anyone cared about her or will find out. Besides, you're the one cheating on her, I'm literally doing you a favor by taking her out of the picture."

"I care! Roger, let go of me and help get Margee out!"

"What makes you think I'm going to do anything other than feed my wife another fat rabbit?" Roger said, holding Hugh's arms roughly and tightly to his body, lowering him forward towards Linda like Hugh was just a giant cock extension.

Linda opened her mouth wide open, far wider than Hugh ever thought she could, and roughly grabbed him and pulled him towards her maw. "W-wait! You don't have to do this, I can be-mmmfph!" Hugh yelled before being silenced by Linda's throat rapidly wrapping around his head.

From there, Roger thrusted Hugh into Linda's gluttonous maw, and inch by inch Linda swallowed Hugh, taunting the poor victim with her aroused moans. She was amused by how Hugh's pleas were constantly interrupted by Roger's pounding, Hugh often moaning and squeaking in between each syllable of his senseless offers. When her beak reached his crotch, she felt with her tongue that his cock was hard. Signalling with her hands, she motioned to Roger to slow down a little to let her milk the dick before she swallowed it.

"It's more than this little slut deserves," Roger replied, but still obliged her, "bet you he doesn't last a minute again!"

Linda snorted and rolled her eyes, before wrapping her tongue around Hugh's dick, and started to move her beak up and down Hugh's hips like Hugh was the cock. True to Roger's prediction, Hugh barely had the time to hike his voice before he unloaded his sperm, his cock slipping out and squirting on Linda's breasts. The nice thing about his orgasmic high was that he wasn't squirming as much as he was before, making it easier for Roger to pound and squeeze Hugh's ass all the way down into Linda's throat.

"Damn- his ass took my condom!" Roger grunted, his now bare dick was squeezed and rubbed against Hugh's fat thighs. He was already about to cum, but the sensation sent him over the edge, spraying thick ropes of his seed along Hugh's legs as they disappeared down Linda's throat, dribbling all over her chest and belly in far greater volume than Hugh's earlier cum spray. Linda moaned, appreciating the added flavor as she sucked down the legs. She was about to swallow Hugh's feet when Roger spoke up, "Hold on, I'm feeling hungry; a certain cocksleeve got needy on my lunch break so I didn't have the time to eat anything. So if you don't mind sharing...?"

Linda giggled, opened her mouth wide and offered Hugh's wiggling feet...

Inside, Hugh was having an absolutely miserable time of his life. He wished he actually had completely passed out again when he came, but the jostling from being fucked in the ass as he went down kept him awake and aware of his bizarre fate. He felt the all-too familiar sensation of Roger's cum drenching his legs before they were slurped up by Linda's tongue as they pulled him deeper. When he could feel his knees being tickled by the tongue, he felt the muscles around his head pull open, unloading a horrid stench all at once that made him gag. Then he heard the familiar but extremely ravaged mournful croon of Margaret, "Oough...?"

"Oh god please no..." Hugh shut his eyes and sobbed, he dared not to open them, not wanting to know if his imagination or grim reality painted a worse picture of his melting wife. "Get me out, get me out, get me out..." he whimpered.

As if to answer him, he felt the muscles around him stop and start pushing him up the way he came. He didn't dare peek again until he felt the stomach entrance shut in front of his nose, now seeing the valve rapidly move away from him. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you!" he shouted, thinking he was being spared. That is, until he realized he was feeling two tongues lapping his body, one belonging to Linda as she pushed him out, and the other tongue swirling around his shins now, pulling him into a different throat. "Wait, Roger?" he tentatively asked, "D-don't eat me, I'll still be your cocksleeve! I won't say a single word about this ever! Please stop!"

Roger neither heard, nor would he have cared, moaning as he received Hugh's fat thighs. His tongue found and fondled with Hugh's balls, eliciting an embarrassed squeak from inside Linda's throat as she also toyed with Hugh's hardening cock. A third load shot from Hugh's sore dick, slipping out of Linda's mouth to spray all over her breasts one last time before the cock was consumed by Roger.

Hugh's pointless pleading was getting louder and louder as his gut, then his chest, and finally his shoulders followed the legs down Roger's hungry throat. Linda kissed Roger before she pulled away from him, leaving Hugh's screaming head in Roger's beak. "W-wait! Please! I can just stay at your place as a slave forever! Anything!!!" Hugh shouted as he slipped out an arm, trying to grab hold of anything. Roger quickly pulled his head up though, denying Hugh the chance to hold on to Linda, and loudly and firmly swallowed. "Nooo!!!" Hugh moaned as his arm slid gulp after gulp down and out of view of the world forever.

As Hugh's fingers slipped past Roger's beak, Linda lunged her head forward, completely covering Roger's beak with her own as she greedily lapped and moaned at it. Roger was not startled at all, instead he hummed pleasurably at Linda's deep kiss, even pushing his head into it and letting the rest of his head rest inside Linda's, teasing the potential scenario of his wife deciding to devour him on the spot. And it seemed that she would, swallowing Roger's head and gulping down his neck, chasing after the squirming outline of Hugh as he slid down it and disappeared at Roger's shoulders and into his torso. Linda moaned deeply as she lapped at Roger's collarbone and groped his toned ass, teasing further devourment. Roger meanwhile groaned pleasurably at the otherwise rancid and burning smell of acid just as he poked his beak into Linda's stomach, seeing that Margaret had been reduced to an indistinguishable and unmoving mass of meat and fats.

Eventually, they broke their "kiss"; Linda shifted her grip to push on Roger's shoulders to push him back out of her throat, panting loudly as her saliva dripped off of Roger's beak and onto her face. "You're not thinking of eating me for good, are you?" Roger said teasingly.

"Oh I always do, dear." Linda teased back, as she groped, stroked, and played with Roger's torso, "Even on your worst days, you look so much like a perfect cut of meat that I just have to have you deep inside of me in so many, many ways. As much as I love sharing you, I want to make you mine forever and ever..."

"And you look absolutely delicious and plump yourself dear," Roger said as he played with Linda's body as well, "Covered in sauce, stuffed even bigger than the Thanksgiving turkey last year... and even back then, Tina never looked as good as you do." He bent down and slowly lapped up the cum off of Linda's chest, moaning pleasurably. "Mmm! She never tasted as good as you do, and right now I don't have to share such a lovely meal with anybody else..." Roger hungrily noted before he fit squished Linda's bountiful breasts together and shoved them wholly in his mouth and started sucking them.

"Oh~! Take me, Roger! Take me!" Linda moaned loudly.

It was unclear if she truly wanted to be devoured or simply fucked till she couldn't stand, but Roger took it as the latter and happily obliged. The room was soon filled with the lurid sound of their bodies colliding together at the hip, and mutually aroused pants and moans. They kissed each other, they mouthed and tasted each other, they groped each other, and so much more done to each other well into the night.

Their former neighbors, forcibly evicted and moved into the couple's respective stomachs, were completely forgotten about and left to their fate of being tossed about until they were nothing but slushy stews of meat and bone. Even Hugh, who only just moved into Roger's stomach, quickly perished and was broken down into soft mash in the long vigorous hour of sex.

But even Linda and Roger's lustful energy would run out eventually, and they collapsed onto their bed, still panting and sweating as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes. "That was wonderful, how about you honey?"

"Mmm, same. Only way this would be better is if you decided to crawl into my mouth right now. Even made room for you, but I'm too tired to pull you in~" Roger said, teasingly opening his beak wide.

"Oh no, you missed your chance to eat me, you big juicy hunk. You crawl into my mouth right now~" Linda teased back, opening her beak to match.

They met with their mouths and kissed each other, their tongues slowly dancing together instead of vying for dominance. When they finished, they resumed their loving stares. "I'll admit I'm going to miss Hugh a little." Roger admitted, "Just a little, he's a better meal than cocksleeve."

"And Margaret was only good as a meal." Linda sunk her hand into her new and soft fat folds. "I hope that any new neighbors will be much better than they were."

"Better neighbors, or meals?" Roger teasingly asked.

Linda giggled before they went to sleep, "Can't one wish for both?"