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"Noh. Lisghten...lishen to me. Yadongettit. Them damn monkeys, they're coming to take our land..."

Amy rolled her eyes as she turned away from the bar, the ocelot pretending to rinse a glass as a pretense to ignore the drunkard sitting in front of her. The ocelot was working a pretty long shift at the Dive and Dash, a local bar just a few blocks from her home...and, boy, was she looking at the clock now. This doberman guy had been a pain in the ass all night long, and Amy was just waiting for the one thing that crossed the line so she could boot this asshole out of here and go home. At least as he got more and more belligerent, he would get closer to doing something she could throw him out for. She was just kind of worried about what that thing might be.

"Hh-hey. You got a nice ass."

Amy immediately whirled around on the spot, her face turned beet-red as her bright blue eyes disappeared behind a shade of malice. "Alright. I'm going to have to ask you to leave for that one, buddy." the ocelot replied, her customer immediately trying to double down on his flirt attempt. "Noh, imjusssayin, if yah need somewherertago after closin', my place ain't too far away...i'll give ya such a good time, yawonn be able to walk~" he continued, grossing out Amy to the point of pulling her phone out of her pocket so that she could ignore whatever nonsense the doberman said to try and justify himself while she brought someone else in to deal with him. Specifically, one of the bouncers standing outside, keeping the peace...though, they themselves weren't seeing much action on this sleepy Tuesday night either. Any way you sliced it, the one who ended up getting the call was lucky!

"Yeah, Samara? C'mere. The dude in here is -way- too drunk and won't leave. I need you to escort him out."

"Got it."

The only thing Amy could hear for the next few moments was the incessant, pointless rambling of the doberman, still trying to apologize or justify hitting on the bartender. It all just went through one ear and out the other for Amy, her eyes trained on the double doors off to the side as she awaited the person that was going to put an end to all this. A few moments later, those doors were casually pushed open, Samara strutting inside like she owned the place. And, anyway, she did! Samara was a greenish-blue sabretooth tiger, seafoam green tattoos covering her darker body; some obscured underneath the deep, forest green skirt that she was wearing. The teeth that jutted out of either side of her mouth were sharpened to the tip, glinting in the light of the bar...all around, the sabretooth was quite the intimidating package. There was only one piece of the puzzle missing, and it was the fact that she was only 5 ft 6!

As the sabretooth sauntered her way over to the bar, though, it was clear that she knew how to throw around what weight she did have. "Okay, bucko, it's time for you to get out of here."she said plainly, pointing her thumb towards the doors she had just entered from as the doberman whipped around to look at this new character. "Whuht? Whammi doinwrong?" the dog stammered as he watched the sabretooth approach him, nearly falling off the bar stool he was on after such a rapid movement. Samara didn't even bother to respond to the problem customer; it was as if she was looking right through him, her gaze trained on the ocelot sitting behind the bar. "You know what to do." she said to Amy, the ocelot immediately reaching for the doberman's limp shoulders and pulling him back onto the bar!

"WHUH??" the dog cried out immediately, his limbs flailing around wildly with drunken power before Amy did her best to at least restrain his arms. Meanwhile, Samara had climbed up on the bar herself, her paws planted firmly on either side of the troublemaker's body as she reached back to hike her skirt up a bit. Just enough for the doberman to slowly look up and realize that Samara wasn't wearing anything underneath said skirt...

"Alright. Let's hope I don't fall over like last time."

*FWUMPH*

In one swift, practiced movement, Samara jumped up a little bit and stuck her legs out into the air, dropping her bare ass and thighs right onto the doberman's snout! The sabretooth winced a little bit as she felt the cold nose pressing right up against her pucker, and heard the grown of the troublesome patron as he was a suddenly smothered under thick cat ass, a trim and short tail resting on top of the dog's head while Amy continued to hold him down. "Nngh...just a few more seconds and I'll take over..." Samara grunted, grinding her teeth as she wiggled her ass up and down on top of the dog's face until she found the perfect spot to start applying pressure in order to work the doberman inside!

As a bouncer, Samara's technique of getting rid of rowdy unwanted was a little bit...unique, but the other employees didn't seem to mind it, and it even turned out to be a bit of a spectacle sometimes for everyone else to enjoy watching, if they were into that sort of thing! In fact, one patron who had been sitting off by themselves started walking over in the middle of this, silently watching with interest as Samara grunted and wiggled her glutes until something finally gave way. The sabretooth's ass hit the bar, the doberman's entire head slipping up inside of her rump! A wet, loud *shGLORP* accompanied the beginning of Samara's ass meal, the dog kicking his legs around haphazardly in an attempt to throw Samara off, to upset her stomach, really anything that would give him a chance to get out of this mess...

"Hah! Looks like you'll be the next one taking a dive around here, my friend." Amy taunted the doberman, reaching under and lifting up the back of Samara's skirt to get a better view of her disappearing the dog up inside of her guts! "Hhf...yeah. My advice? Quit messing around with *this*, and conserve your energy for when you're snaking through my bowels~" Samara added on, using her own legs to play a sort of footsie with the doberman's flailing paws in an attempt to lock them into place...it wasn't working too well, but, eh. That was more the doberman's problem than Samara's. All that movement really only made the sabretooth's bowels twitch, a motion which ended up sucking a few inches more of the dog inside of her every time it happened! In just a few minutes of grinding and gasping, Samara had managed to swallow up half of the rude patron, her lower belly starting to swell out and grow with the squirmy meal that was being shoved inside.

"Oogh...thanks for the help, Amy." Samara said as she leaned back a bit, her efforts shifting from slurping the doberman up to rubbing and caring for her wiggling stomach now most of the offender was deep inside of her body. "Really, I should be thanking *you*. That guy was starting to be a real creep...loose-lipped once you get a bit of drink in him, I guess." Amy replied, casually reaching forward and giving Samara a shoulder rub while the sabretooth reclined back against the bar...she knew how tense Samara could get when she put all her effort into shoving something up her rear end, after all. Got to treat your bouncers right to keep them doing the best job they can!

With a few more *shLK*s, Samara's gut only continued to grow, the doberman's legs sticking out from between her own being the only thing left for her to devour, the only thing left to signify that there was another person here at all...besides the swollen stomach that she was sporting, of course! "Hah...can already feel him softening up in there..." Samara sighed, the words dripping out of her mouth like honey as she kneaded over her engorged stomach. The chamber was already making all sorts of noises as it worked on the doberman inside, not even waiting for them to reach the stomach itself to work on melting them into nutrients and fat!

"God, I hope he didn't drink too much. I really don't feel like getting tipsy this late."

Amy walked around to the other side of the bar as Samara finished up the very last of the troublesome pooch, the ocelot smiling as she gave the sabretooth a vigorous, sensual tummy massage. "Mmh, he's still got quite a bit of fight in there...good~" she commented as she casually pushed in one of Samara's gut bulges with a finger, intensely watching as those twitching paws disappeared between the bouncer's legs. Samara tensed up one last time...and then, *SHhhllrrRRPP*! He was gone. No more trouble...well, maybe a bit of tummy trouble down the road for the sabretooth, depending on just how much he would end up wiggling around in there. With how powerful Samara's digestive tract was, though, the doberman wouldn't have very long to try and get the cat to let him out.

"And now..." Samara trailed off as she reached down to rub over and grope her own stomach, the bubbling cauldron starting to get nice and loud as it worked on digesting the doberman inside...yes, the sabretooth wasn't even going to wait for the dog to reach her stomach before melting him down, she was going to digest him right in her bowels! It just made everything go by more quickly, especially the part where she got to feel up and play around with the pounds she gained from digesting the doberman...it was how she kept her figure so plump and rotund, after all! Just growing her curves while also doing a public service for everyone around her...

Samara grit her teeth in between gasps of pleasure as she continued to massage the struggling doberman into pudge, Amy taking turns between stepping back and admiring the cacophony of slimy, sloshy noises as the sabretooth's belly expertly melted its meal away and getting in there to help out with a nice, deep rub or a smooch to that churning chamber! Over the course of just a few minutes, Amy got a front row seat to the digestive process, noticing every twitch and movement of Samara's belly as the bulges inside gradually melted away; all while Samara mewled and moaned in ecstasy, her skirt just barely hiding the fact that she was getting very wet between her legs from the wonderful feeling of the dog melting away inside of her...

The sabretooth's stomach only continued to get louder and louder as it continued to shrink, Samara's already impressively-plump cheeks, thighs, and breasts all starting to grow and swell out just a bit as the doberman was relocated to wherever she saw fit. Feeling her clothes stretch out in real time was always a strangely wonderful sensation, and this big dog definitely did not disappoint in that aspect. There was so much for her body to process and digest, that even with her rapid digestion, it was still taking just a bit longer than usual...but at the end of the day, that just meant more time for the two of them to enjoy rubbing away that annoying pooch~

As time went on, though, Samara started to notice herself becoming a bit more...loose. a bit more relaxed, slow, flowy with her language...aww man, she really was getting drunk off that dog after all! "Uhhhh, Amy, d'ya mind maybe helping me off of the bar? I think I'm getting a little, *UUuurrpphh*, buzzed from this guy." Samara asked her friend, burying the lede just a bit on how boozed she was right now...her body absorbing the doberman so fast meant that it was absorbing the alcohol really fast as well, and considering just how drunk he was, that wasn't a very good sign for Samara being able to drive home of her own volition tonight! That belch came along with a loud groan from the sabretooth's stomach as well, signifying that the doberman was pretty much just padding on the bouncer's figure at this point. At least that meant there was no more alcohol for her to process!

"Ahh...fuck, I'm so damn soft~" Samara babbled as she groped herself unceasingly while lounging on top of the bar. Squishing and feeling up her tits underneath her stretched-out bra, reaching back and pinching the new inches of fat on her ass, feeling the squish of her thighs as she pressed them together...oh, she was so wonderfully pudgy now, just from that one meal! Amy ended up having to do pretty much all the work of getting her off the bar and onto a slightly-more-stable stool for her to sit on while her body worked through all that alcohol, or at least until she was sober enough to accept a ride from Amy back home where she could sleep the rest of it off. There was a bright spot, though: now that the sabretooth weighed more, she wouldn't be as affected by the booze...yeah. That was definitely how it worked.