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Four Assistants and one wolf man sit in a hot springs. Usually, Assistants would be tending to other people, as their name implies. These pint-sized, anthropomorphic, black-eyed, ornamental, pseudo-organic servants were designed to be companions so intimately attached to their masters as to seem more like independently mobile limbs than discrete consciousnesses. Today, however, is their day off, and these four have chosen to spend it with the person who might be considered the ur-Assistant: the muscle-wolf named Forty Days Fasted. Forty wears a collection of ornamental wooden bracelets on his muscular form. His chest and shoulders slope outward from his neck with pleasant swells and casual strength. Among these strange cousins, he is the picture of relaxation.

A knock sounds on the bamboo privacy screen that partitions this spring off from others at the same resort and a nude, fawn-furred, lop-eared rabbit man waits a moment, then steps through. Four sets of eyes are instantly riveted on him. They blink in eerie unison. Each Assistant has a different, star-bright pinprick of light shining far back in the depths of their eyes, seeming by some optical illusion to occupy a space light years behind the eyes themselves. A moment later, Forty, whose eyes are a much more normal golden color, also blinks. "Xander?"

"I know this is the Assistants-only room, but I thought I'd step in a while." Xander is made, head to toe, of lean, hard muscle that ripples smoothly as he walks. His hips sway side to side as he moves trunk-like thighs around one another, which makes the substantial package hanging off his groin swing back and forth as well. While he seems somewhat sheepishly aware of his assets, not one of the current occupants of the springs seems attracted to nor bothered by this. Besides, once he's next to Forty, who outsizes him in every measurement, the display is a shade less impressive.

Forty welcomes him with a broad sweep of his paw. "You're part Assistant these days, anyway; you should feel welcome."

At these words, the four pint-sized butlers all fix their gaze on Forty, then glance at one another. One is a jet-furred fox with rose quartz irises named Vincent. One is a Malabar giant squirrel with emerald irises named Witness. One is a sable with amber irises named Listen. The last is a creamy white fennec with amethyst irises named Enrapt. As golems, their movements are never quite human. There's no hesitation or wasted motion. Even an act as simple as swiveling the head is done with a quick, fluid grace more like a sophisticated tracking camera than an animal with muscles and bones. With their black sclera and impassive faces, their attention feels like physical weight when it's given, and to have four of them look at a person at once is, even for someone with Xander's history, deeply unsettling.

At last, the poise leaves all four at the same time. Vincent stretches its elbows back on the warm stone and groans, "Fuck, thank the skies."

"Cheers to that," Witness declares, fetching a pair of cigars and wine glasses it had hidden behind a stone on Xander's entrance and passing one of each to Listen, who sucks the cigar greedily to get it to light up dull red again, then blows out rings the shape of its mouth shouldn't have been capable of with a deep, satisfied sigh.

Enrapt, in tandem with the rest, brings a coconut filled with rum back to the surface, having plugged the top with its fingers, and gags up a metal straw to plunge back in. "I'm too goddamn high to hold that enigma bullshit for more than ten seconds, anyway."

Xander's jaw is openly agape as he watches. "What."

"None of this is canon," Forty explains with an upward turn of his paw.

"But th. They. They're Assistants," the lop argues dumbly. "And who's that one?"

"That's Vincent." The fox obligingly salutes, now holding a pint glass the size of its head filled to the brim with a brew so dark it's almost black. "Vincent was the prototype for Assistants. Now it's a villain, sorta. Vincent, this is Xander. Xander got shoved into Witness's nuts on a whim and came out part Assistant. He got his point across that maybe that was a bad idea by eating nineteen people."

Still flabbergasted, Xander attempts to defend himself with, "Well, the culpability of it, with my being on basically a mind-altering drug..."

"He beat your record on his first rampage, Forty? You should've named yourself better."

Unabashed, Forty simply continues, "Nineteen people and two Assistants! Tweedledee and Tweedledumbass over here thought they'd fix the situation from the inside out. Had to call me in to sort the whole mess out."

Witness simply gives him the finger while Listen mutters, "Fuck you, Forty" and refills its wine glass.

"Oh! Well that puts you back on top, then: twenty. How'd you do it?"

"Swallowed him whole and had to give up a couple of these to bring back the folks he'd basically offed." The wolf lifts an arm out of the water and shakes it to show off the wooden bracelets, each a different size and color.

Xander, ears bright red from having his exploits talked about so casually, sinks down lower into the steam and the hot water and lets his ears float limply on the surface. He mutters, "Worst part of this is I kind of thought I'd come in here for a snack. The other guys got to talking about the magical biology of eating people and I got hungry."

Forty cocks an eyebrow. "Really? Wouldn't have taken them for nerds. Should I add my two cents?"

The lop nods. "Yeah, you probably have perspective they don't. And you should talk to the mouse in particular. He's... scary."

"Merl?"

"No, the other one. Uh. Lief."

"I'll go say hi."

Forty stretches his arms out with an enormous yawn. His mouth gapes wide and his fangs hang over a maw that seems vast, endless. The very air seems to darken and go still, then try to crawl towards him. When the yawn is over, all four Assistants are looking flatly at him, the very definitions of nonplussed.

"That doesn't work on us."

"It never has."

"It literally can't."

"You want a meal you can ask for it, Seventeen Shitty Bracelets."

Forty Days Fasted is at first stunned. Xander, with only part of their immunity, is glued to his flank, body to body, trying to clamber inside that maw. Then, the wolf laughs out loud, and playfully tosses Xander back in the pool.

"Nah, I'll leave you to them. Don't worry - I'll turn this into a buffet later." He steps out, huge body and assets shimmering with hot water, and looks back once to see those four sets of eyes go from attempting to pin him in place, to swiveling their attention to the lop-eared bun, who splutters his way to the surface and squints out of one eye, the other blocked by a giant ear.

"Huh?"

Forty smirks, and makes his exit.

The bun finds himself, suddenly and all at once, alone in a steam-filled room with four Assistants, all of whom have eyes only for him. He sits back up in the water and tries to look at all of them at once. As has become usual with him, he's of two minds: One that is uneasy about what their intentions must be and one that sees them as a smorgasbord - and a particularly high-value one at that.

He licks his lips. The movement is both nervous and hungry.

Hands wrap gently, coaxing, around his ankles and with a tug, he's suddenly fully in the water with his legs spread. The Assistants dive on him. He opens his eyes underwater to track them and sees Listen with its beaming amber eyes floating between his legs and sporting a smooth, purple cock that is rapidly growing to a size that would look huge on someone normal sized but on the little sable, is massive. It walks its hands up the insides of his thighs, spreading them apart. With a wide-eyed nod, Xander relaxes and his spade-shaped tail arcs up in need. The hunger that drew him to this room always comes with an equally insatiable thirst, so when Listen presses the strange flesh of its body against his bare ass and flexes to lubricate the space with a viscous fluid, he rolls his own hips up and forward to accept the fat shaft and feel inches of it sinking inside him. The powerful, dense body of the Assistant is dappled with midafternoon sunlight filtering through the pond while it deftly manipulates its way into him using its grip on his thighs. It croons, the sound like whale song underwater, and another few inches slip inside him, widening his entrance further.

Meanwhile, Vincent clamps its lips on his at a ninety degree angle, sealing them completely. It doesn't need to signal for Xander to exhale through his nose and then inhale, sucking the air from Vincent's lungs so he can remain underwater. Enrapt, remaining null for now, plunges down and without hesitation, slides its lips over Xander's rapidly erecting cock to engulf it completely. He bucks his hips in pleasure, unable to ignore the stimulation, especially when doing so means ramming Listen's cock against his prostate before it slides past that pleasure button, continuing to penetrate him inches at a time. Vincent passes him another gulp of air. None of the Assistants seem to care about respiration. Enrapt especially simply opens its throat, accepting Xander's cock within like a glove and beginning to suck on it with peristaltic musculature, massaging all ten inches of rabbit cock in waves.

Working together, they gradually rotate his body, with Enrapt and its enormous fennec ears twisting, dancer-like, to get beneath him, so he can brace his paws on a stone step, breach, and breathe normally again. After just single breath, though, Witness stands before him, somber green eyes gazing down at him over a golden-orange dick that drips with precum. "We will sate your hunger," it intones, before prying his jaws open with thumb and forefinger and stuffing his mouth full of its musky-sweet shaft. The precum spreads across his tongue and sinks into him, changing him, relaxing him, exciting his libido. Xander is accustomed to exerting the newfound manipulation he's learned from these creatures on them and simply telling them what to do, but now, he learns how pleasurable it is to do as commanded - perhaps, why it is they usually comply so readily. The part of him that was molded by the Assistants cries out in bliss as they surround him, use him, fill him, and above all, praise him with sounds and strokes. He finds his own need for air diminishing the longer he sucks on the offered cock, feels his metabolic rates slow though his erection remains strong, throbbing, almost painful in Enrapt's throat. His body is rocked back and forth as Listen pushes his hips forward, which jam Witness' cock inches deeper into his throat.

He feels paws on his back, joining the ones on his shoulders and hips, and hears Vincent murmur something, but he can't see what's happening. He suspects strongly, though, as he feels Vincent's weight lean in the direction of the Assistant behind him and gradually lift away. The Assistant trio lowers Xander's head under the water, shifting the whole foursome downward, so that Xander's ears can hear, through the water, intense, echoing sounds of swallowing. He tries to look over his shoulder, tries to see Vincent crawling inside Listen's maw and throat and stomach, but the only thing he can sense of it are the sounds and the weight... and then, the size. The Assistants are, in the privacy of their owners' homes, willing and able to change the sizes of their bodies at will, up to a point, and Listen takes this cue in particular to let its body swell up, up, using both its own size and Vincent's, while its cock grows in proportion such that each thrust inside Xander stretches him more, soon engorging his belly with the shaft inside him. The water-slowed weight of its nuts slam into his butt cheeks with the strength of Listen's legs. Those legs remain soft, huge, engulfing, standing on the bottom of the heated pool now while holding Xander up in the air.

He keeps himself anchored to the smooth stone of the spring with his hands, but his legs are completely under these creatures' command. He wants more than anything to pull Enrapt off his cock and start stuffing it inside, but the Assistants seem to have their own wants and he cannot help but comply. The fennec works his shaft expertly. Its fingers grip his heavy nuts and stroke the back sides of them. Its lips and throat are twinned rings of muscle and flesh keeping him harder than he has ever been. It keeps the suction at an unbearable constant while its tongue weaves around his most pleasurable spots, while Listen bucks hard into his ass, while Witness holds onto his throat and strokes the shape of its cock from the outside of his neck with its fingers and croons its pleasure and approval. Thumbs massage his ears, fingers brush over his forehead and nape, grip his back and traps, and in all ways tell him he is doing wonderfully, and that approval, that gratitude, that sense of doing what is needed for something else drenches his brain, roots deep inside it, digs down into wells of pleasure he hasn't explored. It sparks lightning in his brainstem with every thrust, and at last blossoms into climax.

Xander is subsumed by pleasure as he unloads cum into Enrapt like a tapped barrel. His body seizes, clenching hard around both the others and greedily taking them even another fraction of an inch deeper than before as his hips spasm and his coconut-sized testes pull up against the root of his cock. He spews pints of the stuff into Enrapt, who drinks it down without spilling a drop. When he's at last done, his hands, frenzied with need, go to the fennec's head to try to stuff it inside him, but the other two grip him like vices, keeping him in place, and Enrapt escapes. Looking upward, he's able to watch as the fennec clambers on top of him and offers itself, in a sticky, cum-soaked kiss, to Witness. The squirrel opens its maw and unfurls its tongue like a welcome mat without ever ceasing its thrusts into Xander's throat, and Enrapt practically dives inside. It slides in too easily with its wet fur and the slick inner coating of Witness' body. Head, shoulders, muscular chest, trim belly, powerful thighs, and at last, delicate toes, all drop away inside Witness, whose belly barely seems to distend, packing away the other Assistant with little more than a final swallow and a lick of its lips to clear off the donated seed.

It pulls out from Xander, meeting his hungry eyes as he looks up, and a smile warms its usually stoic face. It reaches behind itself to drink deep from a wine glass, emptying it, and in relaxed tones, says, "I've wanted to do this again since our first time," then grips Xander's nape - never painful in the least - and guides his muzzle inside its eager, rapidly dilating cock slit. It croons, like a high-pitched chime, then drops its voice into a low groan. "It feels good." The rocking motions of its much larger partner stuff Xander's face, then ears, then neck inside easily while the organ grows and stretches to accept him. The rabbit struggles, but there's nothing to do against the inhuman strength and dexterity of these two. In short order, his shoulders have been folded towards his chest to make him narrower.

"Should we go join the vore chat? Just you and I?" Listen asks, seeming close to orgasm with increasingly off-tempo thrusts. It licks its lips and looks eagerly down at the enormous cock beneath it. "Or did you want to go alone?"

"I was thinking I'd go alone," Witness responds with a predatory grin, eyes half-lidded as the body entering its loins continues to stretch it out. Its cock hugs tight around the rabbit's form, like a silicon case. Xander writhes, stretching and warping the flesh, but it only drives him farther inside.

With a trill of excitement, Listen thrusts deeper, harder, grinding itself inside the tightness of Xander's ass, envisioning what it's about to give to Witness, and sends itself over the edge. It bucks hard, ramming Xander's chest and abdomen inside its partner's cock even as the insane volume of seed from it bloats the rabbit's belly in an instant. The stuff overflows and gushes into the pool, covering it in a film of hot, white spunk while Listen continues to roll its hips in hard rhythms until Xander's ass and thighs and calves are swallowed up and his head and shoulders have started to stretch out the nuts below. Listen grows in its ecstasy, letting its body expand in preparation to give Witness a properly filling meal.

It looks down at Witness, its body having more than doubled in size in its excitement. They exchange a long gaze, before it drops to its knees. It opens wet lips around Xander's feet and licks them, making the trapped rabbit squirm all the harder as his ankles start to disappear within. It engulfs his toes, winding its tongue between them, and then pulls in both his ankles, greedily beginning to swallow even as its nose approaches the greedy, widening slit before it.

"You'll still be able to listen," Witness teases, before thrusting its ravenous cock at the presented nose and preparing to become more massive than it has ever been before.

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Elsewhere...

"So that's how I do it."

"That's how you stuff people in your ball sac?"

"It is. You don't like it?"

"I like it, I just never heard of it."

"Well that's sort of the nature of it."

Forge, a twenty-something albino mouse man, sits in a bamboo-enclosed sauna over one of the springs alongside a few other men. Wooden benches are arranged around a large, central pool that trickles off elsewhere. Steam suffuses the place, soaking everyone within and plastering fur to bodies. One is Rath, a six-foot-something, soft-bodied rabbit with more gold in his fur than Xander's fawn coloring. One is, of course, Forty Days Fasted, the huge muscle-wolf. Two are slim pine martens named Gal and Hedon, who flank Rath like attendants and are differentiated almost entirely by Gal's two purple studs in his earlobe. One is a red tree squirrel with an oversaturated hue to his fur named Beam. Next to him is a similarly oversaturated Malabar ground squirrel named Phosphor. Another mouse man named Merl, this one a tan-coated field mouse, has glued himself to Forty's side, sensing both sanity and safety there. A pair of brothers named Ray and Bullet, a jaguar and panther, respectively, lounge in their feline splendor. And finally, sitting as far opposite one another as possible, are an ermine man who for the time being goes by Lily, and a sable man who for the time being goes by Amber.

Forge, also called Lief at times due to odd local naming conventions, has just finished explaining that he's not sure where his prey go once he swallows them. He only knows that they make his junk bigger and make him feel stronger. His body is unbelievably lean. It shows individual muscle striations where the fur is thinnest. A grey squirrel's head is sticking out of his enormous cock and swearing up and down. The squirrel is named Phil. While people watch and while he talks, Forge grasps Phil's muzzle in his paw and pushes him the rest of the way inside to let his internal anatomy swallow the man and stifle his complaints.

"So," he continues, "I don't have any idea what the anatomy is like because it's something like a black hole."

"And it erases their whole timeline?"

The mouse nods. "The whole thing." He flexes his loins, and Phil's body slides down the underbelly of his cock to land, theoretically, inside his nuts. They sag and groan briefly, then go back to their usual shape.

Rath wrinkles his nose in distaste. "So there could have been more of us in here just now, and we wouldn't know?"

Forge just grins and readjusts to the new weight of his dick, which has mysteriously gained another few inches. "I cleared out an orgy that way once, yeah."

"Man, and not an ounce of remorse?"

"Hey, hey, let's keep the ethics and philosophy out of it for now, yeah?" interjects Forty. "Plenty of time for that later. Right now, this is anatomy class." He sits up and starts pointing around the room. "So, Forge has black hole balls. The Assistants don't have a consistent internal anatomy so it's basically one big bag down there. Rath? You keep those two around as a balancing act?"

The rabbit smiles broadly. "Sure do. They don't always like having separate beds, but we make it work. It's like a pair of hammocks." He puts a big paw on the head of each marten and they lean into him possessively. His own loins are casually hyperendowed, much like Forge's. Even with his heavyset thighs spread, his nuts and half-erect cock make a mass of pleasant, rolling mounds in his lap. His two partners continuously each massage a nut with familiarity. "They go inside, my body saps them of their strength, I stop it before it goes too far."

"He gets really muscular," one adds. "We make him take pics."

"How do they breathe?"

"Some variation on shared circulation, I guess?" Rath answers with a shrug.

"Oh that's what I do! What we do," interjects Lily. He indicates the sable, as well, with a finger, and ruffles tentacle-like vines that extend from behind his back illustratively. "Except we use secondary chambers, separate from the nuts. Ever since we got fused to a plant, we've changed up the entire internal plumbing. Someone gets slurped inside, then internal roots embed in their systems to share oxygen."

"The nerd shit's a real boner killer," Ray complains. All eyes turn to him and Bullet. He looks around in the silence. "What?"

"Alright, who's eating the twins this time?" Forty asks.

"Oh come on! I said one th-mmf!" Phosphor has, at the invitation, immediately stood on the bench and pressed the cat's head not just against, but inside his chest, which ripples fluidly to let him in. The cat grasps at him, but Phosphor just catches his wrists and jams them inside as well, sucking Ray inside like quicksand. He groans out loud with pleasure and clutches at shoulders, ribs, then hips, while Bullet simply watches in shock. He therefore doesn't notice as thick, tentacular, green-blue vines crawl out of Amber's back and ensnare the panther's muscular arms and chest. One goes down his throat and injects something that makes the cat go completely limp. Amber, as quiet as he's ever been, gradually cocoons Bullet completely and brings the squirming bundle over to him to strap it to his back. Amber lets out low, anticipatory breaths, eyelids fluttering, while he saps size and strength, and his body and assets gradually swell with Bullet's size.

"As I was assessing," Forty continues, "before I was interrupted: We have nuts as individual chambers from Rath; we have a black hole from Forge; we have a distinct chamber for prey from Lily and Amber; we have nuts that are just there for aesthetics but aren't really nuts, for the Assistants. What else?"

Merl, a little nervous and eyeing the vanishing cat brothers with trepidation, asks, "What about you?" His own endowments are plenty impressive and despite his apparent fear, his shaft throbs eagerly in his lap. The thrill of being amongst these predators appears to be an on button for the little mouse.

The wolf shrugs a shoulder. "I'm mostly like the Assistants, but instead of compressing folks the way they do, I absorb the bodies, so they don't spend long in there. Prefer oral, anyway. Oh, y'know what? I feel like Xander does something different. He should be back soon; I think he just wanted to go eat the four of them."

On cue, Witness slides open the door and lets itself in. It's uncanny for those present to see an Assistant bigger in size than an average person, but that's what they see. It takes a seat near Merl to rub shoulders with the little mouse. Its far-off eyes glitter impishly. "Yes. Did you want a demonstration?" It reaches down to its sac, where a small, anthropomorphic shape is squirming in plain view.

Forty looks down to where that shape is. "Y'know, my money really was on him going on a rampage while we were all here."

"That's not him. That's Listen. We just put Xander away long enough to get him properly horned up."

"Huh?"

There's a crash, and a fawn-colored, cum-coated, lop-ear-shaped form bursts through a wall. Xander leaps onto Forge and, without a second thought, crams the albino mouse's head into his fiercely erect cock. Slicked up from hot springs vapor, the furry muzzle slides in fast, and in seconds, Xander, shaking with fervid need, is stuffing the struggling mouse into his loins. "Oh fuck he's... oh there's a lot of him," the rabbit gasps as he greedily gulps down the trim waistline.

Forty leans back again. "Shit like this is why we should be more afraid of Assistants."

"But sir," Witness says slyly as it slips down into the pool and begins unabashedly bathing Rath's nuts with its tongue, "we're so good at what we do."

The pine martens, having been visibly erect the whole time, exchange a series of glances with Rath, then make their way over to Merl. They swarm him with their long bodies. "We heard you fuck hard and cum like a fountain," Hedon says. He positions his ass over Merl's generous length, produces a crystalline vial of lubricant, and pours a stream of it onto his paw to then coat Merl's dick with. The mouse gapes his mouth open with a silent cry of pleasure, then grasps the marten's hips in both hands and bucks up to slam the lubricated length within.

"My wife is going to need... a detailed account of this... she said it was the only way she'd let me come..." He digs his fingers into Hedon's round, capable ass even while he talks.

"I'll prepare a full report," Witness calls over between mouthfuls of Rath's churning nuts.

The place devolves into an orgy. Rath, Forty, and Beam, easily the calmest in the room, sit next to one another. Forty and Rath idly stroke erections that easily dwarf any of the others in the room while they watch and Beam simply leans back, grinning. Xander finishes slurping Forge into his cock, then eyes Lily with vengeful glee. "You. You're staying inside this time." He leaps again, bounding from one bench to another while his body shrinks Forge into a hand-sized shape curled around one nut. Rather than let himself get engulfed, though, Lily opens wide and snatches Xander's hips to deep throat the ravenous cock with impossibly smooth dexterity. Xander, permeated with need, begins bucking his hips, hard, with one foot on the bench and one up on Lily's shoulder to get himself as deep as possible.

"Right, right," Forty says casually to Rath, and the room in general. "Xander does the Assistant compression thing, but its from outside the nut. He eventually fuses them with the nut and turns his prey into little cum batteries. Couldn't finish the job with Lily, though - some sort of protective coating the guy came up with."

Rath grunts, his eyes on his martens. Gal has his head in Hedon's lap while Hedon rides Merl like a cowboy. Witness, meanwhile, gives Rath's sack a parting kiss, then swims over to where Phosphor and Amber are digesting their recent meals in their own ways. It meets Phosphor's eyes. The two look like mirror images of one another. It looks over at Amber. There's a moment of recognition among them. "You look an awful lot like Listen," Witness says to Amber.

Amber doesn't reply out loud, instead simply shifting his gaze pointedly from Witness to the other brightly colored squirrel in the room. Phosphor points an accusing finger at the Assistant. Witness points one back. Amber points one at Witness' over-swollen sac. The figure within points back. Phosphor frowns and looks down at the silhouetted shape in surprise. When he looks up, he sees Witness' gaping maw. Between his pliable, clay-like body and Witness' eight-foot size, he's halfway down Witness' throat in one gulp, and vanished from the outside in another. Witness turns its attention on Amber while its body swells. The sable's cocoon of vines it used to capture Bullet unwinds, revealing nothing but empty space. The vines whip out, attempting to wrap around Witness, but the Assistant unceremoniously leaps at him, arms blocking the tentacles, lifts the sable over its head, and slurps the lithe body down like a thick pasta noodle, one savory swallow at a time.

Minutes pass as the libidinal lovemaking in the room continues and those not involved simply treat themselves to the scenery. Precum flows from them in thick rivulets down to the steaming water below, mixing with it. Merl has rolled Hedon over and is rocking his body with uninhibited lust. Gal is leaned over Merl from behind, paws on his flanks, and is matching time with the mouse as well as he can to pound Merl's muscular murine ass. Witness is curiously still - at least, the parts of it visible above the water are. Xander is hoisted in the air by Lily's tentacle vines and has each hole occupied by a different one while Lily catches his breath and licks rabbit spunk that drips so thickly from his maw it's like he's drooling the stuff. While Forty watches, the vines go deep enough to be visibly squirming under Xander's skin, and the rabbit seems to be in wild bliss over it.

"I'll let myself out," says Beam eventually with perfect nonchalance. He starts to stand, but Forty's heavy hand catches him.

"I heard you ate a house recently."

"I've had my share of homes, yes." Their eyes meet. There's a long moment of tension. There were other predators with long resumes in the room, but these two were on a different level and shared little in the way of philosophy. "Wanting to settle this here, Forty Days Fasted? I wasn't planning on having a whole resort today, but if you press me, I can be tempted." The demon squirrel has made little conversation while there. With a pulse of willpower, he summons a spectral tongue and teeth that rise up from the hot springs in the middle of the sauna. A dark, gaping throat takes shape beneath the water. The tongue starts to coat Witness' knees, despite its ghostly appearance. With a little imagination, it's easy to understand that the size of the maw, then, would be able to engulf the entire room.

"Later, then," Forty relents. He releases, and Beam smiles, bows, dismisses the specter, and steps swiftly out.

The exchange goes largely unnoticed by the pleasure seekers in the room, so Forty returns to watching. Rath turns to him and nods over at where Merl has switched from fucking Hedon - now partially bloated with mouse cum - to fulfilling Gal's needs. The lithe mouse, so unassuming and humble, is humping away ardently where he holds nearly Gal's entire weight up against his body, mouth open and eyes closed as his body trembles and strains with pleasure and need. His nuts, hanging halfway down his thighs, churn and roll with each thrust, more than ready to fill the martens again and again. Rath says, "Wouldn't mind seeing you break your fast on those three."

Forty licks his lips. "Well, if you're going to offer those little meat slinkies to me, I won't turn it down." The wolf stands. It's not that he's the biggest one in the room - Witness has consumed enough by now to be several feet taller - but it's his ineffable presence that makes it seem like he's the only one there. He deftly picks up Merl and Gal by their thighs as though they were kittens and spreads his teeth over their feet, letting both their heads dangle near his jutting erection. They yelp and look up, but Merl doesn't dismount. The wolf is an unstoppable force. There's a sense of inevitability in the room while he swallows the still-moving forms, whose ardor only increases as they realize what's happening and that they don't want to stop it.

Hanging in front of Forty's shredded abdomen while he gulps them down, Merl grasps Gal's hips and fucks mightily. He bucks hard and fast, his slim body tight with effort and his teeth clenched. "I still have... I can still cum, so many more times, though...!" He tips upward as Forty claims the pair's hips and looks down into the gaping maw beneath him.

"Show me from inside, then," Gal gasps out between thrusts.

Merl grabs a mouthful of Gal's nape. Forty's maw widens, warping the space around it to let him expand around the double meal. The mouse digs in his claws and slams in, hard. As he starts to slide down and feels Forty's tongue at his rump and lower back, he cums and shouts with ecstasy. Forty grasps both him and Gal by their shoulders and shoves downward, so that his throat bulges and distends and he can feel Merl's climax as the two descend. He massages the outside of his throat, letting them squirm along and throat that hot, tight, powerful tunnel, until he feels Merl's gasping afterglow, and clamps his jaws shut over both their heads, to tuck them inside with a last swallow.

"Hey!" Hedon cries out. Forty grins, easily tosses the slender male in their air, and lets the little marten swan dive down his throat in a single gulp. He bows with a flourish to Rath while his body, already bulging with musculature, feasts on the three new occupants and grows even more enormous. His cock drools precum with his arousal, a steady stream of the salty, viscous stuff that flows into the hot waters below.

Rath cums, then, his hyperendowed assets painting the walls in ropes of rabbit gyzym. It stripes Lily and Xander - each on roughly their third orgasm, positioned in a standing sixty-nine with the ermine inverted - and splashes Witness like a hose. The huge rabbit, even without meals like the others there have had, still cums in buckets - an "all natural" variant on hyperphalia, as it were. Even Forty growls low in appreciation as he gets hit with a gout of the stuff.

"About time to wrap this up," Forty rumbles. His chest squirms as the three inside him continue with their own business, even in their diminished states. Merl wasn't kidding - he still had plenty left inside him, and Forty is treated to that libido as it's unleashed inside his chest. Unhurried, he takes his seat by Rath again. The huge rabbit is breathing deep and continuing to eke out spurts of jizz that splash into the springs.

"That... you make that look easy. You all do, honestly."

"Lots of experienced predators here, yeah. Experienced prey, too. Aren't there?" Forty asks with an inviting, knowing smile.

"Sure are, big guy," Rath responds.

"Honestly, thought Xander would jump Merl first. He's been eyeing that twink like a menu special."

"Yeah?"

Forty rolls a shoulder, seeming a shade embarrassed as he admits, "And, kinda thought this might end with Merl on the rampage. He's got a fire in him."

"Next time, maybe."

There's a muffled shout, then a gasp as Xander releases Lily's cock from his throat. "You mean that wasn't Merl?!" he yells. He pauses to catch his breath, hands clutching at Lily's back - and wound up in vines - and hips still thrusting, then reconsiders. "Well, I'd want to be more courteous to his wife than that, I guess." He grunts, the conversation not seeming to have slowed his libido at all, and his nuts clench up closer to his abdomen as they unload yet again into his prey. Lily's already swollen belly bloats again. Then, Xander hoists him up off his cock.

"Wait," Lily gasps, "Wait, I don't have my totems ready, or my protective coating, or-"

"I know," Xander grunts with feral satisfaction, before plunging the weasel's triangular face down into his still-spurting cock and ravenously gulping him down. The long, trim body, drenched in cum and steam and sweat, doesn't stand a chance against Xander's clenching musculature. Vines whip out, trying to anchor themselves on biceps and thighs and even neck, but Xander, full of predator vim, whatever chemicals those vines had injected him with, and Forge's predatory history, slowly, inexorably overpowers them, and the vines slip free one by one to get sucked inside his cock. He crams the wriggling feet and toes down with a satisfied snarl.

"Mine," he grunts. "Get... in there... and... yes." He stands, nuts swaying with the shifting, struggling weight. The ermine's body is curled into a fetal position around one nut despite his efforts and shrinks rapidly. The size flows into the rest of Xander's body. His cock, already a knee-knocking ten inches, bloats faster than the rest of him. While still growing, he turns his gaze around the room. "Where's the other one? The other half of him? I need to balance this out."

"Maybe it's a rabbit thing," Forty mutters. He nudges Rath teasingly and the big rabbit chuckles.

"Here," Witness calls, almost singsong. It swims over, its body taking up a solid third of the pool. "I'll feed him to you." It adjusts its size down to be just a few inches taller than Xander, climbs out, and takes his elbows in its hands. The two creatures' oversized members throb just inches from one another. Witness leans down to kiss the ravenous rabbit while holding him at a slight distance. Its skin ripples with moving shapes, and one muzzle emerges from its cock while a second emerges from its lips. Xander catches on immediately and hops forward eagerly. His orifices stretch to accept the offerings of Amber, who slides into his cock muzzle first, trapped between the two predators, and the similar shape and color of Listen, who practically swims from one throat to the other, impishly delighted to execute this plan.

Forty, besides growing even one step more erect to watch this donation happen, murmurs, "Rath? Gonna need to borrow you."

"Need, or want?"

"It can be both."

The wolf offers his open maw. Rath fingers the edge of his jaw. He explores the wet lips and sharp teeth. He strokes his fingers over Forty's tongue. He rests his chin, then, on the long, broad tongue, and leans forward. The wolf savors the offering. Rath's body is far different from the rest in the room. While it's exciting to have hard muscle, it can get one-note. Rath's pudgy form slides gradually in Forty's impossibly expansive maw. The pecs stretch, then roll past the wolf's lips and make a similar, wave-like motion as they're gulped into his throat. The belly has to be carefully gathered, pawed at, tucked inside a swallow at a time. Powerful, but plush, soft ass cheeks follow, with Forty's fingers dimpling them in grateful massage, and broad thighs sink in after that. The enormous male is curled up with Merl and his two partners inside the wolf's seemingly infinite belly, and once again - Forty takes that mass and grows.

By the time he's done, only he and Xander are left in the room. Well, he, Xander, and the pair of squirrel feet getting pushed inside Xander's mouth to be wrapped in his tongue and swallowed. Xander heaves with effort. His body has again doubled in size, but it's not nearly what it "should" be, given the consumed mass. He's an Adonis denser than lead glass packed with muscle but not overflowing with it. He's simply a completely lean, anatomical model of the male physical form. Not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.

"Been waiting on this, Forty," he huffs, eyes wide and wild as he stares, clearly barely holding onto his frenzied hunger.

"You'll keep waiting," Forty calmly returns.

Xander's body pulses like a Hyde. He hulks outward, summoning all the mass he's stolen in his frenzy. "Witness, Listen, Vincent, Enrapt, Lily, Amber, Phosphor, Forge, and anyone Forge has ever eaten." He grows in two-inch throbs. Vasculature ripples across his body and his cock throbs violet with need, soaring from twelve inches to sixteen, to twenty-four, itself starting to close the distance between them. "I'll add you. I'm so hungry. I could eat a city."

"Well, give it a try."

Xander, still growing, gathers himself to bound across the hot springs. Forty's eyes widen and the rabbit grins, but then the muscle-wolf stifles a quiet belch and the taste of semen. Merl must have cum again inside him. He looks up to see Xander's form flying through the steam at him.

He snatches Xander's nape out of the air and drops him like a stone down to the throbbing, needy wolf cock that has been edging for what feels like hours. "Bet you thought," he groans as the trapped, ripped rabbit struggles against the grip of that dick, "I'd go for the ol' ravenous maw trick I always do. But all that talk of cock vore, and I just had to give it another try. Oh, fuck that's nice."

Every kick the rabbit makes in the pool only serves to slip him deeper in, and just like with every other act of predation over the past little while, inside he goes, an inch at a time. Forty breathes deep and slow, savoring every moment of it. "No wonder y'all do this like you do," he sighs. He's calm as he consumes, grateful even, while he gradually envelopes the struggling rabbit. He steps down into the pool. His paws stroke over the descending form and he lets out low, blissful groans as those struggles stretch and press against his erogenous zones.

It takes minutes, but at long last, Xander and all Xander's prey are dropped safely inside the enormous wolf's nuts to curl up there. The bracelets, which have stubbornly refused to break despite Forty's shapeshifting, rattle and clatter around his arms and legs, each one helping him sort out a different meal. The water ripples and surges as his body bulks up with the offered mass. His shoulders slide across the edges of the hot pool as they broaden. His pecs pump out in front of him. He strokes his fattening, knotted cock with both hands still, urging himself towards a long-awaited orgasm even as he grows. His thighs nearly slip off the shelf he's sitting on and he's forced to reposition. The water splashes with each throb of his growing body.

Orgasm builds like a thunderhead. It rises up in his mind and in his body, the combined libido of at least thirteen extremely virile people, and suffuses his brain with its oncoming cloudburst. He continues to grow, fingers roaming his breadth and girth to appreciate the steely penile tendon keeping his cock up, the dense vasculature needed to let such a body maintain such an arousal, and the literal ton of muscle making the entire form work. He can feel himself approaching that threshold, climbing towards it, tipping over that roiling thundercloud of oncoming climax...

"Hey? Forty?" queries a voice colored by a heavy twang. "Skies above, Forty..."

But the wolf is already over that edge. Like a geyser, spumes of cum fire upward out of the hot springs. The magmatic heat of the jizz, having been contained at such density in so many hot, dense, powerful, supernatural bodies, doubles the thickness of the steam as it hisses and splashes in unstoppable jets. Rath merely splattered the place with his climax - Forty soaks it in a deluge of cum, until barely a square inch of the place is left its original color. The rest is a flowing, creamy white that gets another coating here, and another coating there, as the orgasm lasts well past a few minutes.

"Had to go and showboat, h'ain'tcha?" comes that twangy voice again, along with a high-pitched chime.

"Uh..."

"Couldn't'a kept the show on land - had to take the damn thing out to sea."

"Jef?"

"Ya wanted rabbit stew, y'ain't had to pack a whole voyage for yer showboat and superheat it yourself. Coulda damn asked me for rabbit stew."

"Didn't singe you, did I?" the wolf asks, cowed. He looks around. "Didn't really know that was an option. I'll have to wear hazard stickers." The level of the water is still dropping from where his orgasm has caused it to slosh over the edges of the pool. There are wet slapping sounds as someone moves closer.

"Y'ain't gonna turn me into a hat trick if I take a seat nearby, are ya? No magic shows on this showboat with three hares? I seen those other two come in and I said to myself then, I said, 'ain't bein' a three-course meal for that Forty Days Fasted asshole, ain't.'"

A tall, straight-eared hare name of Jef (spelled with one eff), who at times has been referred to as a jacked rabbit (and accurately), looks around for a place to sit. Every surface is coated in lupine semen. Jef must have dodged when he noticed the inevitable deluge. As Forty's best friend, indiscreet crush, and employer, he is a poor choice for collateral damage, so it's fortunate he escaped the blast.

"Loose cannon-lookin' fuck-cannons like you gonna ruin this entire establishment with a broadside tryin' to float showboats with that kind of spunk." Absurd as the situation is, Jef has still somehow found a pot of coffee and two mugs. He offers one to Forty, who accepts it daintily between his thumb and forefinger. Even seated, he towers over Jef, a colossus of muscle and virility. His heartbeat is audible throughout the room.

"Just uh. Cleaning up?" Forty offers. He smiles sheepishly down at the hare, who is attempting with all his might to keep a stern face.

Jef trembles for a count of five seconds with the effort, then cackles madly. "The FUCK kinda cleanin' up you been brought up on?" He gulps his coffee, then pours another. "Hey, everyone else outta here? I got a thing to ask you."

"Far as I know," Forty answers carefully. He's always admired this hare. His attitude, his humor, his body, his history. And they've grown closer over time, even to the point of the occasional touch or embrace, but no more than that.

"I thought an off-canon episode after you got yer cannons off would be a fair'nuff time to ask. Them lupine lips ever licked lapine lips without lappin' 'em the rest of the way in?"

"Uh."

"Do they wanna?"

"Yes."

"Bring 'em here, then."