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The club was crowded, but they made plenty of room for Claire. Having a full-sized quadruped hippo stomping around in a sea of dancing, writhing, grinding bodies was an unusual sight, but certainly not enough to interrupt the wall-to-wall depravity. The music was pumping, the glowsticks were out, and it seemed like every possible inch of the dance floor was packed with people of all shapes and sizes indiscriminately rubbing up against one another. Claire herself found herself getting humped now and then by a particularly bold dancer as she waded into the crowd, though plenty more seemed to avoid her when she went by. Maybe they knew her by reputation, or maybe they just found someone of such absolute enormity a little intimidating to encounter in the dark, strobing lights.

They were right to worry. Claire was hungry. Horny, too. There weren't many out there who would even risk trying to satisfy such a huge, voracious creature like her, Those who did tended to fall a little short. But that was alright. She always had fun, in her own way. It usually meant getting a good meal out of the night, too. That particular night she was in no mood to wait for her food to come to her, though. She was on the hunt, stalking through the smoke machines, seemingly shaking the club with each of her heavy steps. No matter how chaotic it was in there, her presence could not be missed.

She wasn't the most unusual thing about that night. Everything was permitted in a place like that. When she came upon a group of handsome boys currently in the midst of a very important dick-measuring contest. Of the literal sort, in this case. There was a nice black bat, a dusty-coloured jackal, and a golden rabbit all standing there together, pants unzipped, on full display. Nobody in the crowd around them batted much of an eye at the sight of three guys standing in a circle, stroking and squeezing at their bare shafts to try to get a little extra size compared to the others. They were so locked in the thrill of it all they didn't pay Claire any mind until she was right next to them.

"What, no way man. Use your eyes. Or are you blind like they say?" the rabbit told the bat.

"Nah, I'm sure of it. I've got like a whole inch on you, come on," he said back, keeping his cool.

"Uh, hello? Is anyone even looking at my fat cock right now?" the jackal fussed, waving it around a little with a swing of his hips. "Geez, it's like I got this thing out for nothing."

"Come on, the knot is cheating," the rabbit said.

"Natural gifts," came his response with a grin to go with it.

"It's quite close, but I'd say the bat has you beat," Claire interjected during her approach.

The music was loud, but her voice cut through the bass to turn their heads all at once. None of them scrambled to hide themselves at her appearance. They stood there, casually erect, regarding the hippo with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and equal parts lust and caution. As much as she could tell they were obviously drunk, swaying where they stood, they still treated her with a certain degree of suspicion at first glance. At least until those words sank in. That got the canine among them stepping defiantly towards her.

"What! No way. Well, I mean maybe if you count sheer length, but I'm way thicker," he objected.

"Hmm. Maybe." Claire took her time looking him up and down. Tall, springy, a little on the lean side but certainly good-looking. It was enough to make her lick over her lips. "Maybe you should let me see for myself."

She was big enough to be at face level even where she stood on all fours, so she had to dip her head down to get a close inspection. The jackal's ego didn't keep him from standing steady in response. He stepped back at first, only to stop himself when he seemingly realized how good this turn of events really was. He was horny, and a big lady wanted to check out his cock. Of course he was eager to comply. Claire ease towards him, letting him lay his hands on top of her great big head and hold on tight. He was going to have to if he wanted to stay on his feet.

The hippo could really use her tongue, working that pretty dog with a thick slurp that slathered him from his exposed balls to the very tip of his canine cock. It was a thick one indeed. He wasn't exaggerating about that. She worked him over until he was weak in knees, wobbling where he stood. That was before she even put him in her mouth. That maw was big enough to fit an entire watermelon. She enveloped him with ease, slurping right to the knot, letting that firm bulb seal behind her lips and holding it there. His moan rang out loud enough to catch attention even while the electronic beats blasting from the speakers built to a crescendo.

No matter how big and unwieldy those jaws of hers might have seemed, she knew how to use them to drive a boy wild. Sucking deep and hard as if to claim that cock for herself, she left him scrambling, his paws slipping on the floor while he fought for balance, yipping in pleasure. She could taste his precum flowing onto her tongue, then running straight down her throat eventually when he really started spurting. He was already on the edge, but that didn't mean she was going to show him any mercy. She sucked and slobbered on that juicy, tasty jackal dick until he was lightly clawing at her just trying to contend with all the pleasure she was granting so very suddenly. Her hide easily resisted any sort of cut or scratch. She barely felt it.

The other boys took the opportunity to get behind her while she was working over the lucky runner-up of their little contest. They lightly squabbled for position while they stood behind her great, sleek haunches. With her tiny tail, she really wasn't hiding anything. All it took was a quick glance to take in the outline of her plump, notably damp pussy on display at all times, wherever she went. Those drunk young fellows certainly didn't seem to mind if she was an unusual partner. Not long after they'd bumped hips and shoved at each other trying to be first, and they eventually compromised

"Come on man, this is a once-and-a-lifetime pussy, don't crowd me ..." the rabbit muttered.

"It's once in a lifetime ..."

"Nuh uh. Cause this one's worth waiting two lifetimes for."

They ended up chuckling together even if that didn't make sense. Silly drunks like that weren't going to be the most talented partners at fulfilling her needs, but Claire didn't mind letting them get off with her while she focused on her task. Which happened to be getting that jackal boy off as hard as she could. That wasn't going to take much longer. She was sucking just as hard as ever, even while he was buckling under her attention. Getting a pair of dicks pushed up against her sex from behind by the inelegant pair of horny drunk cuties didn't distract her much. If she was enjoying it, she didn't give a sign, but she was nice and wet around them while they sank inside.

While they entered her, the jackal grunted, huffed, and whined his way to a messy finish between the hippo's lips. He screwed his eyes shut and grit his teeth in a shaken snarl, clutching his own head like he was losing his mind while he built up to a thick cumshot right into Claire's mouth. She kept her lips in place, squeezing hard, working deeply all around her chosen partner while he went off. His cum was hot and plentiful, spurting richly all over her tongue, pouring down her gullet. She made sure not to let him go until she'd loudly gulped down every single drop he gave her. Only when he was completely drained did she let him go.

The jackal collapsed to his knees in front of her as if before an altar while she got eagerly fucked by the pair of horny boys thumping her backside. Her powerful haunches absorbed every thrust, firm and padded with fat and strength alike. They sank in balls deep, rubbing against each other's shafts but not seeming to care. They were humping madly, working in a a rapid pace that was far from rhythmic, but it did produce some pleasing slurping sounds as they pumped in and out of that slick hippo cunt like they hadn't fucked in years.

That pace stayed exactly the same when she decided to have a meal. The jackal was stunned, sunken, reverent, His position made him perfect for leaning over with that great, broad head of hers. Claire opened her jaws up wide to puff him with the humid gust of her warm breath, drooling on him just a touch. When the canine looked up to see where the rain was coming from, he instead found himself confronted by the gaping depths of that sabre-lined hippo maw. It glistened in multicolour, reflecting the ever-changing lights flashing all around the club while the music raged on.

Enveloping the entirety of the desert dog's upper body in one big, wet GLOMP left him stiff all over. She framed him between her teeth and dragged him right up off the floor. Her strength was such that she could easily hold him up all on her own, gripping him in her jaws as she shrugged her head back to slide his muzzle towards her gullet. The big first gulp did nothing to actually consume him. It merely demonstrated the power he was dealing with, sucking down all the excess saliva he was inspiring, along with any last traces of his cumshot in a great, deep undulation of those rippling gullet muscles.

No matter how well she'd drained him, he was still oddly hard while she pulled him deeper. Another toss of her head let her get his dick on her tongue, sliding it smoothly towards between her lips while his head got jammed into her throat. There she flexed on him for a time, kneading, squeezing the juices out of him and all that exotic flavour. He still had his shirt on, but she soaked it right through with her spit drenching him in the process of making him her prey. His unbuckled pants slipped down his legs as she ate him, with a little assistance from her tongue.

She worked calmly, but now and then she gave a sudden thrash of her head as if she was attacking her meal in some oasis on the savanna. Then all was calm again as she schlurked that jackal down her throat, letting him sag and stretch her slightly before he simply vanished in her bulk. He didn't make an outline, or even much of a bulge by the time she fully gulped him down, tucking those paws away between her long, curved teeth. He was overtaken and devoured in under a minute, and all she had to show for it was a slight wobble of her fat gut that left it hanging a little lower.

It shook and jostled about not from the internal movement but from the frantic thrusting of the pair behind her. They really had no idea how to please a hippo, but she wasn't sure they cared anyway. They were there to get their dicks wet, and they pounded away at her while she patiently waited for them to cum. Now and then she gave a tight, intense squeeze of her sex around their shafts, almost like a winking horse. That worked to knead and milk them to a mutual climax that seemed to happen within a second of one another. She heard the moans, felt those hands clutching and smacking her backside, and then there came the warmth of the combined mess they were making inside of her.

She was nowhere near orgasm herself, but their spunk felt good. It was plentiful to the point it poured out of her before they were done, splashing to the floor, running down her legs. Claire smiled softly at that. She waited for them to completely drain their nuts inside her and pull out, cocks coated in cum. Whether they even noticed she'd just eaten their friend or not, she really couldn't tell. The two of them were basking in post-orgasm with those silly boyish smiles on their faces, and they were content to let her lick their cocks clean either way.

They both tasted good. The bat had a little sweetness to his cum. That was what tipped her towards him. When she had thoroughly cleaned the both of them off, she raised her head up again, looking them in the face. The jackal was still on her breath. He was nowhere in sight, as good as vanished into the void that was her gut, and she still had plenty of room. She didn't need the bat to bend down or to offer himself. All it took was one good lunge and chomp. She could move a whole lot faster than someone of her size had any right to do.

The hungry homph over the bat's head, shoulders, and wings took him right off his feet. He kicked a little, if mainly in surprise. He was long and lanky, but meaty in places. There was some muscle on him, Claire found when she ran her tongue over his chest. When his legs dropped from her jaws, the rabbit reached down to offer her some assistance. He moved almost as if automatically, compelled to action no matter what it meant he was doing. Claire didn't need his help, but she appreciated being fed. Tilting her head straight back, hefting the bat up in the process, she gave ample opportunity for that horny, mesmerizing rabbit to push the bat straight down her throat, wings and all.

Those leathery accessories were worth licking plenty on their way in. They got all scrunched up and pinned to the bat's body while she slathered him in drool, soaking through his shirt, drenching his fur. When she got down to his pants she pushed them down a little so she had full access to his cock, and then his ass when she curled her tongue right between his legs. A good, slathering tease got him stiff in her mouth again, even as she tucked him into her gullet. The rabbit seemed to know to help her out further by stripping down the rest of her prey until he was bottomless, long-toed feet wiggling as she slurped them towards her lips.

A long, luxuriant swallow of the bat's legs left her throat sagging down with his weight briefly. That was nothing a deep gulp couldn't fix, tucking him away with one more hard squeeze all around. A good, wet slurp left her licking her chops in front of the rabbit who had so politely assisted her in the devouring of his two friends. Her way of saying thanks was to open up and proudly belch in his face, leaving him with a few splashes of spit clinging to him. She didn't say a word as she remained right where she was, looking at him deeply, licking over her lips. Eventually he broke their silence with a flustered excuse.

"I gotta ... go do a thing ... at the place ..." he awkwardly murmured, stepping back to vanish into the crowd.

She didn't pursue him. It was more fun to leave him with those thoughts. Instead, she clomped off to see what else she could find. It didn't take long for a rowdy gathering of some sort to catch her eyes and ears. They had to work hard to be considered rowdy in a place like that, but they truly were the wildest and drunkest of them all. Several people glanced her way when she approached, casting suspicious stares, but when she didn't move to confront them they shrugged her off. She wasn't a bouncer there to spoil their fun.

"Drink up, birthday boy!" one of them shouted.

The muscular cheetah had somehow lost his shirt, or maybe he just never brought one. He held an overturned pitcher up above his head as high as he could reach, pouring the contents directly into the wide mouth of a naked, visibly aroused shark sprawled over a table. When he was done, another took his place, keeping the beer flowing almost constantly. The drunk shark kept chugging for as long as he could, but eventually he had to turn his head to the side and close his mouth. That didn't stop one of his buddies from pouring beer all over his head.

"You're gonna drown him in it!" one of them shouted.

"He can't fuckin drown, dumbass! He's a fish!" another retorted.

Before the drunken argument could go on too long, Claire made her introduction.

"Any left for me, boys?"

She stood patiently, looming large, projecting that certain something without so much as needing to say a word. Everyone was looking at her. Some of them skeptical, some of them with great big grins. A tiger eventually gave a boisterous shout and clinked two great big pint glasses together with a shout.

"Hell yeah! Now it's getting started! Somebody get the lady a drink!"

He was of no help in that regard, too busy knocking back both of those pints at once. Or at least some of it got in his mouth, anyway. An antelope eventually came by with a whole platter of pitchers, casting her a flirty look when he approached her. He was tall and slender, certainly a good fit for her throat and belly alike, though the horns might have been a minor annoyance. For the moment, she simply opened up wide to show him the depths of her maw, the shine of her teeth, and let the booze flow.

The group whooped and chanted as she got her fill, chugging down a full pitcher without so much as pausing for breath. It all poured down into her belly to slosh with the boys she gulped. She waited for more without even moving, motionless with her jaws wide open, working her throat hard to guzzle it all down. She took one whole pitcher, then a second. Someone even seemed to hesitate to allow her a third, placing a hand on the antelope's shoulder before he continued, but she refused to move from her spot until she got it.

"Dude, she's bottomless," someone mused.

"Well yeah. She's a hippo," another chimed in.

Then there came a suggestion from the wings that perked her ears.

"I think she needs more than a drink."

She stood where she was, maw open like a whole cave laid out before the drunk boys. The tiger helped the shark to his feet, then the both of them almost toppled over together until a heavy-set lion moved in to serve as an anchor. It was probably time for that handsome aquatic fellow to go home, given he couldn't even stand. Instead, they had a different idea for him. He remained grinning and completely oblivious while they walked him, or more carried him over to the hippo's open maw. There were no objections from the shark when they bent him over and started pushing him into her jaws with great guffaws of boisterous laughter. Claire took things very seriously.

She accepted her gift openly, slowly shutting her mouth around him. His pointed snout ended up buried in the back of her throat, his sharkskin stimulating her on the way down. A deep, heavy gulp dragged him a little further. They were still holding onto his legs, perhaps not fully committed to letting her outright swallow him just yet. When she swallowed again, harder, louder, they let go. That was that. A shrug of her shoulders and a toss of her head let her point her jaws towards the lighting rig above and start dragging down that handsome acquaintance with the usual heavy, slobbering gulps.

Before he could get too far, he turned over in her maw, splaying himself out over her tongue like it was his throne. That same antelope leaned right in, dangerously close to poking his horned head into her mouth in the process of reaching for the shark's dick. It was rigid by then, standing up urgently, throbbing to the slightest touch. While Claire continued her meal, that antelope softly smiled and jerked the birthday shark off all the way down. He was focused and determined on his goal, as if he'd always wanted to do just that kind of thing.

When the shark was little more than a pair of legs and a thick tail sticking out of Claire's gullet, that handjob made him cum. It was a sudden, uncontrolled shot, bursting forth to splatter on the roof of the hippo's mouth as much as on the cute antelope's face. The horned boy moved back to lick his cheeks clean as best he could once the shark was satisfied, and simply let him slide away out of his grasp. He certainly didn't try to pull him away from the hippo's hunger.

The handsome shark went down smoothly for someone with such a rough hide. What looked like muscle proved leaner and lighter than she thought. It was more of a swimmer's body, fittingly enough. A few long, luxuriant swallows pulling him down her throat, and he was almost hers. Nothing much could interrupt her at that point, though they could distract her. She paused mid-swallow to grunt in surprise when someone just went ahead and buried their face in her ass.

That black wolf was far too drunk for anything resembling seduction. He saw a meaty hippo rear and simply dove right in, shoving his face between those cheeks. She felt his tongue lavishing over her sex and asshole alike without even a shred of restraint, wetly slathering her up and down with great big sloppy canine slurps. He ate her out and smothered himself in her so eagerly that she just went ahead and started easing back on him, grinding into his tongue to enjoy herself while she finished off his supposed friend.

Someone more sober might have been saying a last-minute prayer when they felt the weight of the hippo's ass settling down on their face, but that wolf didn't stop. He let her smother him, much more safely than it might have initially appeared. Claire was certainly large, but she knew how to control her weight. She pinned him down but she didn't crush him, merely squishing his face snugly between her cheeks, letting him kiss and eat her ass as deeply as he liked. He wasn't going to get an opportunity like that again most likely, and he made the absolute most of it.

Snugly resting on her throne, she gulped a few more times, sucking down the last of the shark's thick tail. Those broad fins vanished through her lips and she shut her mouth tight to finish him off. The bulge in her throat vanished in one fine glurk and her gut fell lower with the new addition. The bubbles of boozing churning inside of her built up stronger and stronger the longer she held that shark inside her. It all came to a great crescendo in the form of a truly room-shaking belch, more powerful than anything those bassy speakers could pump out.

The boys cheered for her colossal exclamation of satisfaction, smacking her on the sides or the butt while she sat on one of them. She kept that wolf down there for as long as he could manage, though she eventually felt his licks slowing. By the time she hauled herself up from his muzzle, he'd completely passed out, though it probably wasn't from lack of air. He was on his way to doing that either way after all he'd chugged, so she just helped him along his path. Leaving him there, she stood once more, giving herself a shaking, swinging her loudly sloshing belly from side to side just to test the extra heft.

A glance at the party boys told her they were done. They were passing out over cushions and tables alike, or just hitting the floor. She looked them over, considering whether any might be worth scooping up for an additional snack before she left. That one antelope she found so pretty had absconded from the scene, or perhaps she simply lost track of him. She raised her head to glance around at where he might have gone, when a cervine bleat and a truly desperate scream caught her immediate attention.

"Fuck me!"

Those words rang out even among the general chaos that was the orgy-like dance floor. Plenty of people turned to look and see just who was stirring up such a ruckus. There was one very flustered buck standing there, backed up against a pillar by a quadruped doe. The two-legged fellow looked overwhelmed while the woman of his species backed her rear against him, grinding on his crotch with something like aggression. He faintly pushed and patted at her butt as if to shove her off of him, but he wasn't trying very hard.

"Oh my god Reyes you don't know what it's like, I'm fucking aching right now, this heat is so bad ..."

"Kiara, everyone's going to see us ..."

"Too late! They already do! And they're going to see you leave your girlfriend dripping and unsatisfied." She punctuated that with a firm thrust of her haunches back at him. "Breed me."

She was grinding on him so firmly as to almost not even let him get his pants off. He rather awkwardly fumbled after that, moving with visible uncertainty. Rather than just pull his dick out, he ended up dropping his pants entirely, standing bare-assed in the middle of the club. It wasn't like he could have made more of a scene. With that horny doe bunting herself back at him, he just had to take charge and grab her. Lifting her up a little so her hind legs weren't even touching the ground, he huffed and gave her what she was demanding, grinding his way along the crest of her wet folds, slipping his shaft smoothly inside of her, totally bare. He knew she wasn't going to accept him covering up, no matter how dangerous it was.

The buck had looked so shy, it was only apparent at that moment just how muscular he was when he put himself to good use. Maybe it was instinct that directed him to seize that doe and mount her properly, leaning himself over her backside while he buried himself inside her hard. She was still launching herself back at him, using those springy hind legs to the fullest, but his strength helped keep her in place while he started to fuck her.

Slamming into her at full speed, he spared absolutely nothing. He was grunting with the strain, proudly bleating, almost even snarling when he was gritting those flat teeth of his hard enough. Pounding inside of her hard enough to shake her whole body on every thrust, he got a semi-rhythmic splurch of doe juices squelching around his plunging cock the whole time. It was a fury, a haze of wild mating in the middle of the club, completely out of pace with the beat of the music. He was so caught up in the moment that he hardly even noticed someone approaching. They weren't there to interrupt.

"Hey bro, you need some help with that? Looks like a lot of doe to handle," a lynx teased as he stepped up, already rubbing his crotch.

When Reyes didn't give an immediate answer, too busy grunting and rutting his girlfriend right in front of everyone, the Kiara cut in instead.

"Give me your fucking cock. I'll suck your soul out."

She didn't wait for Reyes' approval, though the buck was really in no state to object anyway. He was giving her everything but she still wanted more. When that handsome cat pulled his cock out she lunged at it like a cobra, latching on before he was even ready. It jolted the lynx at first, but he quickly adjusted to the feeling of the doe desperately blowing him. Her sloppy, drooling sucks were frantic and urgent, like she lived on cum and was moments away from starving. All he could do was pull his shirt off and stand there proudly rocking his hips, one hand behind his head while he facefucked the buck's doe right with him.

Such a depraved, shameless scene of rough, animalistic fucking had a way of attracting an audience. Plenty of people were having sex on the dance floor, but they were generally more discreet about it. Or at least not as flashy. People gathered just to see those two strong studs absolutely plowing the doe, but the quadruped went right along with everything they gave her, standing up to them no matter how brutal they got. She sucked the lynx's whole cock at once, pushing her nose into her crotch while the buck slapped his nuts against her, the wet sounds and the scent of sex rising up into the air all around them. Claire eventually caught their scent.

At first, she was simply an observer. She stood among the rest who had taken interest in the scene. When she decided to cross the line from observer to participant, she did so as casually as she had everything else. Her belly sagged and sloshed, swinging back and forth with her every heavy step. It was impossible not to notice she was coming, and yet her presence did absolutely nothing to slow or distract the members of the threesome going on just in front of her snout. She stood observing them for a while longer, breathing on the back of the lynx's neck, watching that short tail move while he pumped his hips into the doe's mouth. Then she took a bite.

Wrapping her mouth softly around the shape of that fine feline ass, she interrupted the facefuck in progress with a great big hungry homph. That alone brought the cat up off his paws, though it didn't keep him from thrusting. He was determined to finish inside that doe, right in front of her boyfriend, even while a massive hippo was scooping him up like prey. Maybe he didn't think Claire was really eating him. Maybe he just didn't care when Kiara's mouth felt so good around his dick.

Pumping deep, he gave a cattish mrowl that certainly wasn't a growl and shot his load right down the doe's throat while Claire picked him up off the floor with her jaws. He held on tight to Kiara's head, fucking that mess right into her gullet while she wildly gulped, ravenously chugging his cum. She was a hungry beast, but Claire was hungrier. She continued enveloping the lynx nibble by nibble, stepping forth to start bending him in half just to fit him more snugly in her mouth. When that meant overtaking Kiara's whole head with the cat's cock still in her mouth, Claire didn't stop.

Neither did the doe. She kept throwing herself back into her boyfriend, fucking herself on his cock while he struggled with her. It seemed like he might have been attempting to pull out before it was too late, but he couldn't manage. That wasn't going to matter before long. With the lynx's rump fitting into her bulging throat, Claire continued her gulping and omphing, wetly sliding along over the doe's body just as swiftly as the feline's. Kiara didn't seem to notice much, even when she found herself sliding into the hippo's gullet right along with the lynx. She was still sucking him off the whole time, cleaning all the cum from his cock, pleasuring him no matter how much he squirmed.

Reyes was going to have to finish soon if he wanted to cum in Kiara one more time. Claire wasn't stopping. The hippo used the leverage of her jaws to push the doe back into the buck, keeping everyone in position, everyone nicely connected to each other all the way through the gulp. As for how far she was going to go, that remained to be seen. Maybe she was just going to pull that lynx down and leave the doe to drool his spunk, maybe she was going too, maybe she was going to go all the way to Reyes. She kept swallowing. Great, glurking, wet gulps of the pair writhing in her mouth eventually had her suck the cat all the way down, leaving him with his head between his paws as she tucked them away. From there it was just a matter of making her way to the doe's haunches.

The buck was thrusting, grinding, losing himself in the feeling of mating with the Kiara, no matter how risky it might have been. He closed his eyes and threw himself into the moment. His rapid pace slowed only when those long hippo teeth framed the doe's hips, pulling her hind legs off the floor, folding them into her maw. There was nothing left outside her mouth but for Kiara's backside, and that was the moment Reyes finally came. He bleated as he collapsed against the wall, hips moving all on their own to thrust and pump until he finally creamed that heated doe cunt at the very last moment.

Claire's gulps pulled her off his cock mid-orgasm, but she certainly didn't leave him in the cold. Gripping his shaft between her lips as she finished off her prey, she swallowed his cum right along with his girlfriend. Those hooves vanished beyond her lips, and she held on firmly to the buck's dick for a while longer. Perhaps she could have gaped her jaws around him and dragged him down with the rest, but she was already swelling her belly to the point of dragging on the ground with the quadruped sliding down her throat to join all the rest of the meat in her gut.

After one more lingering gulp that seemed to oddly echo through the club. That hippo was positively stuffed, stomach bulging out to the side just as much as it sagged downwards. All that remained was to open up wide and belch in the face of the newly single buck while he shrank down against the wall with what looked like a blush blazing over his features. Her wet, spitting burp bellowed out with a cloud of doe scent, still as heated as ever. Reyes could only bite his lip while he looked over the prey-filled hippo, staring over her size, her heft, and her great big fat belly faintly wobbling with her every deep, satisfied breath. When she spoke, it rattled him as if she'd just headbutted him.

'"Well? I need somewhere to sleep all that off. You wouldn't leave me all alone would you?"

Claire might have been a touch drunk, but her gaze was as piercing as ever. Reyes meanwhile was utterly smashed. It might have explained why he still felt so okay with everything that had happened - though it wasn't enough to pass off that rigid, urgent boner he still had post-fuck. He looked her up and down. Even from the front, her sagging gut was plenty visible, swinging beneath her, stuffed full of Kiara and everyone else that had made the trip into those huge, powerful hippo jaws over the course of the night. He wasn't even sure how many Claire had eaten. All that was for certain was the awe he felt over it all.

"Oh. Um. Yeah. You can come chill," he awkwardly said, as if trying to sound casual about it all when he was obviously quivering with excitement at the mere suggestion.

Being all alone with that hippo sounded as dangerous as it was arousing. He was so horny he felt like he could die. When he made a gesture, he was pleased to find she followed without a further word. The music was still as deafening as ever, but he swore he could hear her belly jostling and sloshing even over that noise. He definitely did by the time they were outside. Glancing back frequently to make sure she was still following him closely - but not too closely, lest she get any ideas, he made his way to the sidewalk and simply went for a stroll down the street. Even addled by drink, drugs, and everything he'd just witnessed, he knew the way home by instinct. It was only just around the corner.

Tromp tromp tromp. Her every step was positively earth-shaking, especially with all the extra weight she was carrying with her. Reyes couldn't help but sneak some glances at her gut whenever he could - which brought him dangerously close to tripping over his own hooves at several points, but it didn't matter. He had to see that huge barrel of a belly swinging and jiggling as the hippo slowly strolled along with him. She was probably exhausted after all that food, but he couldn't fight down the lust pumping through him while he led the hippo away from the club and to his small rental, one he and Kiara shared, or used to at least.

The door was barely big enough for her to fit through. She had to squeeze. It meant squishing that wide middle through the doorframe, putting some extra pressure on its occupants. Reyes wondered if they felt that, or if they felt anything anymore. He couldn't tell if they were moving. Once the hippo was hidden away behind the closed door and it was just the two of them, he could stare all he wanted. He scanned up and down that hefty form, eyes lingering on the bloated belly full of prey, wondering just what was going on beneath all that fat and muscle alike.

"So. Do you have a bedroom?" she eventually asked.

"Yeah," was Reyes' flustered response. It took him a minute to realize that was rhetorical. "Oh. This way."

Before she moved, Claire made a show of a great big yawn. She probably didn't even have to try to be so dramatic, but stretching those jaws open to give him a look at her pearly teeth was its own kind of performance. The sound resonated through the whole living room, and through the deer too. He shuddered. It wasn't clear to him what the exact cause of that was, but he knew the image of her wide, gaping maw open just a foot or two in front of him lingered in his mind well after she closed her mouth.

With that, she gave him an expectant look, and he led the way once more. He half expected her to just barrel into him and knock him flat at any moment. She certainly was in no shape to move quickly, but he wasn't going to be ready anyway. Instead, they moved on uneventfully, with the hippo considering the large bed in front of her - one that had previously been big enough to hold both the buck and the quad doe at once. She nodded her head

"This will do," she simply told him, flopping down hard on the mattress, sagging it deep to the floor with a heavy groan of springs.

She was asleep before anything could really happen. It had been a big night for her. Reyes was left to consider the hippo who occupied his entire bed with her deeply snoozing, snoring, gurgling form. That bed wasn't going to last long beneath her. He could already hear the legs straining under the weight. She was an absolute tank, a bloated beast stuffed with meat. Even at her size, it was going to take a long time to digest all those people she swallowed during that rowdy night out at the club.

Digest. Digest. Reyes couldn't stop thinking about that word. He could see how much the hippo was bulging. Her gut was massive, stretched out by the sheer volume of those she'd devoured whole and alive, yet she was too fat to really make it clear who was who. There were a few little bumps poking against the walls inside, visibly sticking out amid the huge shape of prey all mashed up together inside the hippo, but Reyes couldn't figure out exactly where Kiara might have been. She was in there somewhere, among all the other meals the hippo had claimed. Maybe it would be more clear if he provided some rubs, he told himself.

Laying his hands on that loudly churning middle brought him a feeling he couldn't immediately explain. There was horny, and then there was the feeling of intense, almost agonizing arousal he felt just stroking his fingers across the vague shapes that used to be people, stuffed away inside the casually ravenous hippo. Did he feel a hoof under all that fat? Probably not. There were just too many layers between Claire's prey and the outside world. The same applied when he thought he sensed movement under his hands. It might have been someone still squirming, or just settling down amid the slow, noisy digestion, or it might have just been her belly working and compressing around all that meat churning away inside her enormous body.

Part of him just wanted to give up on that and fuck her as hard as he could, even if she was asleep. She probably wouldn't have minded. It wasn't as if she was especially concerned with him at that moment, sleeping off her feast like that. Instead though, he found himself gravitating to that belly, drawn to it like a magnet. He rubbed her deeply with wide-eyed fascination on his face, just pondering how it was that someone's digestive process could be so powerful, that her appetite could be so vast that she could end so many people inside her in one night.

His hips just started moving on their own. That was how it felt to him. He was in a trance of lust and admiration for the predator in his bedroom. He knew that if she still had room after taking down Kiara, then it was entirely possible he would have been next. He could have been churning away inside of her right that moment. Something about that made his dick twitch, made him stretch out and sprawl across her fat middle, not entirely sure what he was doing. He just knew it felt good, it felt right.

He hoped Kiara couldn't feel him humping Claire's belly. It was highly unlikely. Yet it probably wouldn't have kept Reyes from thrusting, grinding, rubbing his dick and smearing his precum over the smooth skin of the hippo's gut while it processed all those people into fat. The sound of that belly loudly gurgling around that fresh meat only kept him going. He was spurting. Not cumming yet, but it didn't take long to drive himself into a flurry of thrusts, trembling with pleasure. His lip was quivering with confused ecstasy. He didn't know why it felt so good to rub his cock on that gut, but he didn't stop, and Claire certainly didn't seem to complain.

If anything, the hippo just seemed to sleep more deeply on his sagging, crushed bed while he got himself off against her prey-stuffed middle. It made plenty of noise, wetly splurching and grumbling while it worked away, and he just kept pumping back and forth as if he was fucking her. The only pleasure he was getting was from the skin-to-shaft contact going back and forth, and yet it felt like the best sex he'd ever had in his life. He closed his eyes and focused on the texture, the feeling of her fat squishing beneath his cock, the rumble of her inner gurgles resonating all the way out so he could sense it. There was nowhere to put his mess to make things tidy, but nothing could stop him.

A grunt, then a bleat of sorts from the deer's mouth still wasn't enough to rouse her. Nor was cumming all over her fat gut. Reyes had already blown a load that night, but he still had so much to give. He splattered that hippo hide, painting her down in thick ropes of buck spunk that just seemed to keep flowing. Panting, sweating, even drooling as he rolled his hips through that extended orgasm, he made such a mess of her and his bed alike that he might as well have overturned a bucket of fresh jizz all over her body. He marked down the belly he so admired and collapsed against her, huffing, groaning, cock still twitching no matter how drained he was.

If he was more considerate, he might have grabbed a towel for her. Instead, he passed out. It was time for him to sleep after giving her absolutely everything, and it was all thanks to the sheer admiration he felt for her predatory prowess. Or whatever had come over him. The load of spunk spoke for itself. It was going to slowly run down her middle over the course of the night, while she mulched and churned away at the five people she swallowed over the course of that one eventful night. Jackal, bat, shark, lynx, and doe.

Claire awoke rather late the next day, well past noon, to find herself alone atop the buck's destroyed bed. He was nowhere to be found. The effects of the previous night and sheer volume of alcohol she'd consumed didn't bother her. She rose loudly, heavily, climbing back onto all fours with a slight grunt. The feeling on her skin told her all she needed to know. That deer had blown a big load on her. The thought made her smirk slightly. Rude, but nothing a good bath couldn't fix. She was just going to have to leave him with a mess of her own to deal with.

All it took was one single night of loudly churning away at all her meals. She processed every single one of them by the time she woke up, packing them on as extra fat to swing beneath her as she trotted on her powerful hooves. In truth, it wasn't all that noticeable. She was already so fat and thick all over that another layer hardly contributed much to her size, even if she was probably some hundred pounds or so heavier. Of course, she was about to get a little lighter. With the long digestive journey at its end, she was going to need to find Reyes' bathroom before getting anything else done that day.

It wasn't nearly adequate for someone of her size. That was to be expected. Facilities could rarely accommodate a hippo. Yet after all she'd eaten and digested the night previous, Claire was just going to have to make do with what she had on offer. Backing herself into the bathroom like a large truck trying to park, she positioned herself above the open toilet as best she could. Everyone she ate last night had finished their trip through her digestive system, and there was nothing left of them but the waste they produced. They'd been processed and absorbed into hippo fat as best they could be, but there was always some leftover, no matter how used to eating whole people Claire must have been by then.

With a huff, a grunt, and a bit of a squeeze, she got the process going with her meaty haunches poised over the porcelain bowl. At least her aim was accurate. Thick logs of hippo shit plunged down into the water below with a considerable splash. Each one was embedded with little bits of her prey, little reminders of who all that mess used to be, but they were all quite subtle. There was nothing especially recognizable in the growing mound that overflowed the bowl in moments. Fragments of pockmarked bones along with plenty of chalky dust, a few tufts of ruined hair or fur, some buckles and clips from her prey's outfits, along with some more solid shapes in the form of some broken up hooves and at least one acid-dulled shark tooth. It was clear who the last of those belonged to, but it made no difference to Claire, aside from a brief flex of her muscles when those passed. It was all just shit to her.

After dumping a massive weight in the buck's unfortunate toilet, Claire had effectively ruined it. There was simply no more room for the growing mound, and that thing certainly wasn't going to ever flush again. She was just going to have to improvise. Moving herself over, she hauled herself over to the bathtub. It was more or less pristine until her arrival. That wasn't going to last. Using it like a trough, she continued casually relieving herself of the many, many pounds of former clubgoers at the bottom of the tub. A few minutes of squeezing them out with the occasional grunt or snort while she adjusted to some of the harder bits pushing through her asshole. It was just another shit. No reason for her to make a big deal about it.

Even the bathtub proved barely enough for a hippo. She'd eaten five people after all. They kept her occupied for a significant chunk of time in the morning while she squeezed and pushed, never straining, merely relaxing herself and allowing the natural process to complete. When she was finally done, some half an hour later, she was left slightly sweaty from the effort. The bathroom was as good as unusable. She'd made a mess so vast the bathtub was full to the brim, and the toilet was simply defeated by that tower of hippo shit stacked up in the bowl. Tromping heavily away, she didn't bother to look back at the chaos. Instead, she poked her head back into the bedroom just to see if Reyes was there.

Maybe he knew she might be a little peckish come the morning, maybe not. Either way, she was going to have to look elsewhere to satisfy her craving for a light breakfast. The buck had vanished. She wondered if he regretted so eagerly participating in the previous night's depravity. It truly made no difference to her, of course. She simply waddled out, fatter than ever, her every step shaking the deer's humble home while she made her exit. In need of a good bath and perhaps a lengthy chug of water, she was ready to bask and relax for the rest of the day. After indulging herself so thoroughly, she deserved to treat herself to a long, quiet day enjoying all the new weight and heft she'd packed on during her night at the club. It was only a matter of time before she walked the dance floor in search of dinner again, but she got the feeling that wasn't going to dissuade any of the club's regulars.