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It had been weeks since Randal had seen Brandy, the fat cat girl he fucked on his first night as a dog. Time had passed but he couldn't stop thinking about her and wanted to see her again. The way she looked into his eyes, the way she held her ass... it was love at first sight.

That morning he grew the courage to ask Geffa where she lived.

Geffa was at the table, reading a newspaper. On the top there was the headline, MOUSE WITH A PET CAT, although Randal didn't get a look at what the article detailed. Geffa sipped her coffee. Pixie was at the stove, frying up a large batch of scrambled eggs (mostly for herself), and Bugsy was sitting on the table, eating a half of a bagel he mooched off of Geffa.

"Uh, hello," said Randal.

Pixie turned around, "Good morning, Randal."

"How ye doing, kid?" said Bugsy.

Geffa said nothing.

"I was just wondering..." Randal's curled his feet inward nervously, his pads squeaking on the tile floor, "do you know that cat girl Brandy?"

"Brandy?" said Geffa, "That overweight cat girl?"

"Yes..." said Randal, not wanting to focus on his crush's weight problem.

Geffa took a loud but curt sip, "She lives with Eustice and her master at 206 Morninggrass. It's across the park."

Bugsy chuckled, "Why? Did you borrow her PlayStation and forgot to hand it back?"

"No," said Randal with a chuckle, "I just want to see her again."

Bugsy smiled wide, setting down the bagel, "Oh, I getcha. You got a thing for her...!"

Randal put his hands in his pockets and looked away shyly, "So what if I do?"

Geffa gave Randal a look but then turned her gaze away and stared out into space.

Bugsy slapped his knee, "Guess you like the fat ones!"

Pixie cleared her throat to get Bugsy's attention. The cat, the master of the house, had a big weight problem of her own. A roll of fat was peeking out of her blue T-shirt. She put down the spatula and walked over to Randal. She leaned in and gave Randal a small peck on his cheek.

"If you are interested in this girl," said Pixie, "my pet should pursue her."

"Right!" said Randal.

"206 Morninggrass," repeated Geffa.

"Try not to show up with a tent on your pants!" said Bugsy.

Pixie chuckled, "Or maybe you should. I have a feeling your cat friend would appreciate it."

Bugsy thought for a second and shrugged. Randal smiled, a hopeful look in his eyes.

It was another morning to take a walk. Randal left the house in high spirits and it seemed like others joined in the fun. Many were out walking that morning. There were the college kids from yesterday, throwing a frisbee around. It seemed like a budgie guy chose that morning to be naked. He ran around with his chunky cock waving in the wind.

A few animal people were running around on all fours, their backs arched up as they tried to run like a real animal. A buff rabbit guy forgoing a shirt ran with a dove girl in a blue jacket and a mini-skirt. As she ran with her butt up, her skirt folded back on her torso, revealing her panties.

"I can see your underwear!" said the rabbit.

The dove girl laughed but said nothing. She was comfortable showing off her panties.

Randal passed by a park bench where two ladies were chatting. Their speech sounded like gibberish but as he got closer he realized his ears weren't deceiving him. The bird lady in a T-shirt and shorts was speaking in tweets and the rabbit lady in a jacket and skirt was speaking in squeaks. They seemed to understand each other even if Randal didn't.

All around the park there was people behaving like animals, scratching up against trees, hanging out on branches. Everyone was freed and Randal felt like this was the start of a new era.

He continued peacefully to 206 Morninggrass.

Brandy and Donna were taking it easy that morning.

They were sleeping in; together in Donna's bedroom. The curtains were closed with one small planes of light entering the warm-colored room. The fat cat girl Brandy and chubby bulldog lady Donna snuggled up together on Donna's (formerly Brandy's) bed, sleeping peacefully. Underneath the sheets, Brandy was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Donna was topless, wearing only a pair of panties. After a long night of fucking, they needed rest.

As they laid there, Brandy's nose wiggled, underneath the bed sheets her left foot twitched, and heard by no one, there was a dripping sound. Around her crotch, her jeans got wet. The wetness spread down her legs as a puddle formed on the sheets below her. Expanding outward. Brandy sighed pleasantly.

The puddle went down between her legs and grew outward her sides, drenching the linens. The puddle creeped up to Donna's legs. At first the bull dog squirmed, but then her eyes blinked and she awoke.

She pulled up the covers and looked underneath. She looked over at Brandy and shoved her.

"Brandy, wake up!"

Brandy moaned, "What is it?"

"You pissed the bed again!" said Donna.

"What?" Brandy sprung up and flipped over the covers. The area was with a wet stain, including going down Brandy's jeans. She groaned, "Oh fuck, not again!"

Donna chuckled and pivoted out of bed, "Maybe you ought to wear diapers to bed!"

Brandy carefully turned her legs out from the bed and got up, urine dripping from her very-plus-sized pants. She looked at the damage, and sighed. Across the bed, Donna went into a drawer and brought out a towel. It looked old and dingy so it was ok to use on the bed. She set the towel down in the pee.

"You're going to need a shower," said Donna, "Get in the washroom and I'll be right there."

Brandy held up her pants with both hands and walked to the corner of the room, and opened the door. She walked into the bathroom.

Donna let the towel soak up the pee while she pulled off the blankets. She looked at them and it seemed like they were untouched by the pee. She tossed off the pillows and brought up the sheets. There was a big stain on the mattress. She got another towel and laid it over. Cleaning product would be needed so she headed out to the kitchen to get some baking soda. Eustice was up so Donna passed word that Brandy wet the bed, then went back into the bedroom.

Donna could hear the shower going. She would deal with that in a second. She walked up to the bed, pulled off the towel and sprinkled on some of the baking powder. That would do. Donna couldn't wait any longer. She nearly ripped off her panties, exposing her supple vagina to the room.

She walked over to the bathroom and inside Brandy was in the shower, already had washed away all the urine from her fur. On the floor was Brandy's clothes, with her peed underwear and pants in a laundry basket they had lying around the bathroom.

"Were you serious about diapers?" said Brandy over the running water, through the shower curtain.

"Maybe," said Donna, "this is the second time it's happened."

Brandy scoffed, "I've been cutting down on accidents these last few weeks and now I got to wear diapers to bed."

Donna opened the curtains and stepped inside, letting her round fatty breasts get covered in water. Her fur dampened under the showerhead. She turned to Brandy. Brandy was matted with water. They smiled at each other.

"It will only be for a little while," said Donna, "And besides... a lot of people in the neighborhood are in diapers."

"Really?" asked Brandy.

Donna leaned forward and gave Brandy a big open mouth kiss. They took each other and held each other close, their large tummies mushing into each other. Their breasts rode one another.

Donna couldn't help it. She started humping in Brandy's direction. Her bare vag smacked against Brandy. It felt so good, Brandy joined in. Still making out they took good hold of each other and humped in each other's direction, their cooches smacking with the wetness of the shower water.

They moaned and Donna howled. They came all over themselves and whatever fluids they released got washed away by the shower. As they came down from their climax, they kissed some more, tongues waggling. Donna grabbed Brandy's massive flabs and Brandy grabbed Donna's plump ass.

Brandy moaned as she expelled one last squirt of orgasm.

Panting, Donna continued, "You know Rex the German Shepherd that lives just over there," Donna didn't gesture in any direction to specific where 'over there' was.

Brandy knew who Rex was. He was this well-built German Shepherd guy that lived in the neighborhood, a few doors away. The first week of being animals, Brandy went over to his house to hang out with him and his roommates. They watched TV for a few minutes before Dot got out some sex toys for the girls to play with. Rex watched Brandy masturbate for a few minutes before he took her upstairs to fuck her on the bed.

"Yeah," said Brandy, "He had a nice big cock!" She grinned, "He wears diapers?"

Donna nodded with a tiny grin, "Yep. The handsome mutt wears diapers all day."

"Does he have bladder problems?" asked Brandy.

Donna leaned back and let some shower water get on her neck, and explained the goings-on in the neighborhood when it came to diapers. Rex started wearing diapers of his own volition. He liked them as a way to go wherever he was. It felt so good to sit down at the table and take a nice pee into his diaper. He was especially fond of taking walks while defecating into himself.

Donna's friend Tweets, a pet bird that was ascended by the neighborhood's transformation, and her master Shanie was turned into a lizard. Being turned into a lizard hurt Shanie's ability to hold it and she got the habit of pissing and shitting her pants. After about a week of Tweets having to clean up after her lizard friend, Shanie was sentenced to diapers and her continence hasn't improved since.

There was Lina and Gourry, a frog and a cat. When they were uplifted and they took over the household and the family that had previously owned them were turned into an assortment of pets, Lina and Gourry decided that they should wear diapers. And so they did. Since being transformed, all four of them (the two parents and their two children) have been wearing and using diapers. None of them have properly used a toilet since.

Brandy scrubbed her belly with some soap and thought about that info dump, "So I wouldn't be the only one around," she looked down at herself and wiggled her butt around, "wearing some pants insurance..."

Donna smacked Brandy's big tummy, "Nope!"

Brandy giggled and held Donna's hand close, "Give me one more chance. If I pee the bed again, then I'll start wearing them to sleep."

Donna chuckled.

"What?" asked Brandy.

"Now I'm thinking of wearing diapers!" said Donna.

"Seriously?" said Brandy.

Donna chuckled and leaned in for more makeouts. Brandy pushed her crotch into Donna's and rubbed it in. She wiggled and swayed so the two vags danced and played together. The bumps rubbed up against each other.

Brandy took one arm behind Donna and reached down to pinch her cooch out. Donna did the same. They danced with their tongues, all the drool being washed away by the shower. They grunted and moaned like idiots and that just made the other more horny. They came once more, their juices mixing into the water and exiting down the drain.

Randal had found 206 Morninggrass. It was a very plain house with only a few flowers in the planters out front and nothing on the neatly cut lawn. The windows were drawn with curtains. The door hadn't a window on it.

It felt like a first date or taking someone to prom. Randal straightened out his shirt, stood up straight, took a deep breath in, and knocked on the door. Was his knock too aggressive? He worried a bad impression had already began.

"Come in!" a lovely voice called.

"Uh..." Randal didn't like the idea of opening a stranger's door and assumed that whoever it was mistaken on who Randal was, "Are you sure?"

"Come in," the voice repeated.

Randal shrugged and opened the door. Stepping into the house, the lobby was a short hall that lead out into what appeared to be a living room. He couldn't see anyone. The wooden floor felt good on his barefeet. The house had a nice floral smell.

"Hello?" called Randal.

"I'm in here," said the voice. It was familiar and Randal knew who it was. Turning the corner, walking around the living room on all fours, it was Eustice the panda. She was dressed in a brown vest over a white shirt and black dress pants except... she was in a feral form. Her arms and legs weren't long and flexible and her face had lost a lot of the myumanoid glow.

Randal couldn't recall the name, "Oh... hi... panda."

The panda, slowly stepping around a couch, chuckled, "It's Eustice, Randal."

"Yes," said Randal with a giggle, "Hi... Eustice." He walked up toward Eustice, weirded out by her feral demeanor, "Is Brandy home?"

"She's in the shower with Donna," said Eustice. She gave a nervous but warm grin with her feral face, "She wet the bed this morning."

"Oh?" said Randal, "That's unfortunate."

The girl that Randal had been pining over the last couple weeks had pissed her bed just moments before he had arrived. There was a faint voice in the pit of his soul telling him that he should be mortified and get out of there, but in his heart he knew he wanted to see her again. He didn't care that she had wet the bed like a toddler.

"I wanted to see her again," said Randal.

Eustice nodded, "Of course. You two got along the other day. She'll be delighted to see you! Please have a seat."

"Great!" said Randal sitting down on the couch.

There was a brief silence. Eustice continued to waddle around the room with her wide bear frame. She took her nose to Randal's pants, "How have you been, child?"

"I've been good now that I can speak again and wear clothes," said Randal.

Eustice took two front paws on the couch to raise herself up to Randal's eye level. She spoke, "I heard!" She leaned in close and whispered, "And I heard that you and Geffa had a long afternoon together."

Randal chuckled nervously, "Uh... but I'm not supposed to talk about that."

Eustice pivoted a hand onto Randal's lap, "You don't have to say anything about it. It's impressive that you were able to pleasure Geffa so well!" She chuckled, "If everyone in the neighborhood knew how much of a stud you were, they'd be coming to your house!"

Randal blushed, "I don't know about that."

Eustice leaned over and rubbed her nose into Randal's chest, "It's nice to know you are getting used to your new form. I don't know what you were like as a myuman, but I like this form quite a bit!"

"Geffa told me that we're being transformed in preparation of something," said Randal.

Eustice looked concerned for a moment, "She did, did she? She was not supposed to. When some other myumans were told of that, it did not go well." She put her warm demeanor back on, "But it is no worry. We're doing everything in our power to ensure Earth will be alright." She leaned closer and her eyes narrowed seductively, "Especially if we have someone like you who defeats demons and braves dangers."

Randal chuckled, "It's been awhile since I've fought any demons or monsters or anything. Lately I've been preoccupied with being a dog. Haven't been called for anything."

"We've got a better grasp of the neighborhood now," said Eustice. She walked in front of Randal, squeazing herself between the couch and the coffee table and then climbed up, stepping around Randal. She giggled and Randal giggled in return, albeit out of nervousness.

"What are you doing?" asked Randal.

Eustice smiled, peering behind feral-fitted glasses, "I'm climbing on you."

"W-why?" asked Randal.

"So I can do this," said Eustice as she fell down on Randal, smushing him under hundreds of pounds of bear, soft but still enough of it to pin him down. He groaned and Eustice gave a hearty chuckle. She wriggled her large mass on top of him.

"You're squishing me!" said Randal.

"Now I can enjoy my dinner," Eustice said with teeth bared.

Randal was anxious but didn't truly fear Eustice was going to hurt him. He pried his arms out from underneath her and reached to her sides to rub her through her shirt. She rumbled with pleasure. Randal said, "Don't you want a massage, though?"

"Looks like these too are getting up to something," said a voice.

Randal and Eustice looked towards the hallway. There stood Donna and Brandy. Donna had her arms crossed and had a smug look. Brandy looked shy.

Eustice carefully climbed off of Randal, "Oh, I was just entertaining the houseguest while you were fixing up."

Eustice got out of their way so that Donna and Brandy could see who Eustice was smushing. It was Randal, the mastiff they had met a few weeks ago. Even if there was time between their visits and so much had happened to both of them since then, they still recognized the charming dog.

Donna grinned and Brandy, who usually kept her head low, brought it up and smiled brightly. It was Randal, the dog boy that gave her it so good the first night as animals. She couldn't help but dash her fat ass over to the couch.

"Randal!" she said, "It's you!"

Brandy and Donna had put on some clothes. Brandy was wearing a white T-shirt that blended in with her white fur and a pair of soft olive pants. Barefoot of course. A pinch of her fat peeked out under her shirt but it rode over her flabs of fat. Donna was wearing a tube top that allowed the top of her round breasts to enjoy the room. Her black capris fit around her round curves nicely. Also barefoot.

Randal grinned humbly, "Hello." After Eustice was off of him he got up and walked up to Brandy. Donna took a step in front of him, "Did you introduce yourself to Eustice?"

Randal gave a funny look, "What?"

Donna tapped her nose. Randal knew what she meant, "Oh."

When Randal turned to Eustice, she had turned myumanoid. She was tall again, and large. Her myumanoid shape gave her such a large bosom. Eustice giggled as Randal leaned down and sniffed at her crotch. Her scent was so motherly and romantic.

"Now me and Brandy," said Donna.

Randal walked over and crouched down to sniff at Donna's crotch. She smelled wild and passionate. Randal got up to walk over to Brandy but Donna nabbed him for a second to lean down herself and give his crotch a sniff. She breathed hard into her black nose and looked up at Randal with a grin, "Smells like someone who could impregnate every girl in this room."

Randal blushed and walked over to Brandy. Brandy giggled as Randal gently leaned down and gave her crotch a sniff. It didn't have much of a smell but Randal didn't mind sniffing at a girl he was really into.

"There we go," said Donna.

"Sorry for taking so long," said Brandy. She gave a quaint look at Randal, "I wet the bed this morning." She strokes some hair back, and tried to grin, "Like a baby."

"I heard," said Randal, "I won't hold it against you. We all have accidents."

Brandy looked at Randal dreamingly. She reached out to take his hand and stroke it gently, "You fucked me real good the other day."

Randal grinned, "Thank you. I loved it too."

"In fact, I wanted to thank you," Brandy shifted closer to Randal, "If you want, I could suck your dick."

Randal went stiff, both all over his body and in his pants. A bulge hit the front of his jeans and stood out like a speedbump. The others in the room could practically hear his lifeforce pumping through his shaft. Randal had a pervy look in his eye. His mouth wavered and bent with his tongue hanging out.

"Suck my, uh, dick? Randal said dumbly.

"Brandy must really like you," said Donna, walking up beside Randal and giving his a little ribbing, "if she's offering you such a special treat."

"Yeah," said Brandy, looking a little nervous but excited. She folded her hair back, "I want to suck your dick."

Randal looked around, "Right now?"

Brandy nodded then motioned over Randal's shoulder at the couch, "Yeah, how about you sit down and we can get started."

Randal looked behind him and went back to the couch. Using her impressive strength, Eustice picked up the coffee table and put it to the side. There was plenty of room in front of the couch. Randal sat down and Brandy stood before him.

Brandy tried to fake confidence but she had no idea what she was doing. Her gestures were fumbly and she couldn't decide how to start this. Donna rolled her eyes and walked over, arms crossed over her round bosom. She reached out an arm to give Brandy a reassuring brush on her shoulder.

Donna turned to Randal, "Kid, unzip your pants and let out that big cock of yours!"

Randal bite his lip with anticipation and reached down to his drawers. He unzipped and flipped over his fly, then grabbed his dick and let it out in the room. It was already pretty stiff, towering at a good 9 inches or so. It was thick and had a moderate complexion. Two lightly furred balls were at the base of it.

Donna let out a loud laugh, "You got your work cut out for you, Brandy!"

Eustice put a hand to her cheek, "It's so nice and large!"

Brandy licked her lips and got down on her knees. She hovered her face towards the shaft and bumped it with her nose. She took the baseball bat and licked it down the ventral. Randal's toes twisted and his arms snapped together in overwhelming pleasure. He let out some dog whimpers.

Brandy pulled herself up onto Randal's lap and took her mouth to Randal's cock. The first kiss was breathy and slow with her tongue sliding down the tip of the dick. She exhaled through her nose as her lips wrapped around the shaft. Randal had a big goofy grin on his face as he leaned back and stretched out his legs.

The big hard rod felt so good on Brandy's tongue, lips and cheeks. She macked on it, chowing down like it was a steak dinner. She could feel the cock get harder and thicker in her fingers. She was so hungry. She couldn't resist.

She lounged forward and took the dick deep into her throat. No throat is prepared for that much meat but she keep it jammed in her mouth for a few second before pulling back. She coughed.

Eustice gasped while Donna cheered and clapped, "What a sport, eh dog?"

Randal, drooling on himself at critical rate, couldn't respond. He was nearly comatose with pleasure.

Brandy got her breath back and let the throbbing her throat settle then she was back to making out with Randal's rod. She licked it, kissed it, and took it in her mouth, rubbing her lips up and down the shaft.

Randal went cross-eyed and took a big bite of his own lip. He gripped the couch, his claws digging into the fabric.

Brandy's face played with Randal's dick. She swung it all around, smacking it with her lips and tongue. She wanted to lick every part of it. Drool doused it. Between licks and nosings, Brandy closed her mouth on it and actually sucked. It was the sort of thing that made Randal bark uncontrollably.

Brandy kept at it. She played with the cock, used it like a toothbrush, dragged her nose across it taking in its scent. What a cock! She sucked it more, letting her lips massage it. She took a look up at Randal but his eyes were all over the place, the happy mutt so enchanted by the blow job that he seemed to have regressed into his own mind.

"Oh my, Brandy!" said Eustice, "You must have been wanting to do this for awhile!" She took a hand to her mouth and chuckled.

Donna walked up and gave a playful poke with her clawed feet into Brandy's flabby sides, "No wonder you eat so much! It's all because you wanted to eat this dog's cock!"

Brandy could feel pre-cum seep from Randal's tip. It was the moment. She took her lips around it and sucked hard. Randal couldn't hold it anymore. He leaned his head back and howled. Cum flew out of his cock and filled Brandy's mouth. She swallowed.

She drank his semen. It was like milk to her. She guzzled down every spurt and when that one was gone it was waiting for the next. It was delicious! She took her hands to Randal's waist, reaching under his shirt to rub his own chub. That made the cum come out hard and faster. Brandy had to suck it down to keep up!

A few more spurts and Randal was spent. Brandy gave a courtesy suck then dropped the cock from her mouth, falling back and catching her breath. Randal collapsed in exhaustion, breathing heavily.

Donna laughed and slapped a hand on the back of Brandy's back as she wiped her mouth. Donna said, "Better check the dog's drawers to make sure he didn't shit himself!"

Eustice took a sniff in the air, "Nope. He didn't!"

Randal zipped back up and put his cock away. Donna huffed, "Kid, you're going to be here for a little while, so instead of zipping your pants back up, why don't you take them off completely?"

Randal obeyed and got up, unzipping his pants and dropping them to the ground. He kicked them off, standing plainly with his wet cock hanging down.

Donna looked down at Brandy then back up at Randal, "Why don't you return the favor, Randal?"

Randal blinked, "You mean, me suck her?" He looked Brandy up and down, "Where?"

"In her vagina, you pup," said Donna.

"Uh..." said Randal. Randal looked down at Brandy. Brandy looked up at him with a slight smile, "Do you want to?"

Randal smiled toothily, "Yeah! Your turn!"

Brandy stood up and unzipped her pants. She lowered them and let them drop to the floor, kicking them to the side. Her big ass was out in the open and her perky vagina was hiding underneath her sack of belly fat.

Randal stepped away from the couch to let Brandy sit down. She sat down on the couch, her large weight folding the cushions, and she spread her legs out. Randal gripped the front of the couch and got down on his knees. When he stared at Brandy's fuzzy vagina, an erection came over him.

Donna leaned down beside Randal and whispered into his ear, "Feast!"

Randal took Brandy's fatty thighs and went in. He took a big wide lick on the pussy. Brandy twitched and squeaked. He puckered his lips and kissed the pussy. He went in again for a few more licks and brushed the vaginal lips with the front of his teeth. He sniffed at the heavenspot.

Brandy was scrunching her face so hard that it could have collapsed in on itself. She stretched out her legs further, bringing them up on the couch and laying them down the seats in both directions, her right foot hanging over the couch edge and the other up against the couch's arm, it's soft bottom rubbing against the fabric.

Randal dug in! He took large mouths of the vagina and Brandy started to seep. Her ooze crept out of her vagina and all over itself. Randal lapped it up like ambrosia, getting his nose wet. Underneath he was rock hard, his cock long and extended with pre-cum spritzing out of him.

He dug his nose into Brandy's cooch and she squealed with delight, gripping the back of the couch and her legs rocking everywhere with toes curling. Some of the claws on the left foot scratched against the arm.

Donna pulled up one of the stray lounging chairs in the room and took a seat, crossing her legs and letting her bare feet tangle with each other. She watched with an expression of only minor interest. Eustice walked up and took two hands to the couch, looking over the back to see what Brandy and Randal were doing.

Randal got vicious and began growling as he ate into Brandy's sex. Brandy jostled and flailed as Randal went down on her. She whipped her legs back at an upward angle and reached back to hang on the couch. Cum and and slobber spat out from their interaction, getting all over the couch, Randal's maw, and Brandy's thighs.

Brandy moaned hard. Her face crunched and she let out a strained moan as her climax arrived. Juices exploded from her sex, getting all over Randal's face. Randal took her thighs, claws digging into her soft flesh, and wolfed her down like a pile of lasagna! He feasted like he hadn't eaten in days.

Brandy might have been too fat to appear flexible but her legs ascended beside her like a V. She moaned and meowed. It hurt to cum that hard but it felt so good. She riveted her body and arched out with orgasm. She practically sprayed Randal with her next cum! She flailed up, screaming with climatic pressure!

She took two hands to Randal's head as her orgasm slowed down but he kept on eating. Brandy exhaled like a goddess as Randal macked on her cooch. Underneath Randal's cock was poking the bottom of the couch and drawing jizz doodles on it.

Brandy fell back and relaxed. Randal wiped his mouth and hoisted himself up on the couch, sitting beside Brandy with his sticky cock hanging in the air.

Donna clapped her furry hands, "That's how you do it, Randal. That's how you suck a girl off." She leaned up to look at Brandy's base, "Wondering if Brandy browned all over the couch after that..."

Eustice looked down behind Brandy's ass, "Nope, she didn't." She chuckled, "But I got pretty close after watching that!"

Donna watched Brandy and Randal. Brandy reached a shaky hand over to Randal's erect cock and rubbed some fingers down its shaft. Randal had a laid back look in his eyes, watching Brandy touch and frisk his massive pole. There was an energy between them, something deeper than sexual attraction that needed encouragement.

"Eustice," said Donna as she looked over at the panda, "How about we head out for the afternoon? Let these two kids..." she looked at the two, their feet intertwining with each other, a loving gaze between them, "... have the house to themselves."

Brandy and Randal smiled at Donna.

Eustice leaned up from the couch, "Why, of course!" She walked toward the lobby, her big barefeet making audible stomps on the carpeted floor. Donna got up and walked to the lobby with her. Donna got her purse from the counter in the kitchen and walked towards the door.

Donna and Eustice walked out together.

"Truthfully, I could have stayed and watched," said Eustice, "seeing those two enjoy themselves was very pleasurable."

"Yeah, I can smell all the honey you unleashed into your panties, Eustice," said Donna.

Eustice blushed and giggled nervously, "It is quite a mess down there."

Donna took a hand over Eustice's shoulder, "You're not the only one. My panties are slimed."