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I had fucked up with the cheetah girl....

I should have known someone as beautiful (and as buxom) as her would be popular. My first night out with her body, I was swarmed by her friends and all manner of young men just begging for a date. Too many people knew each other in this small town, too many to notice her missing when she was gone. I couldn't risk going out as her, and so any dreams of using that gorgeous form to its full potential were dashed immediately; I spent the week or so that I could hold onto her form shut away in my hotel room, sheets smelling of cum and lust and sweat and drool, adding to that scent while i pleasured myself to my own new image in the full-length mirror. And while pleasuring a new body (especially a female one) to the image of itself, fingering a newly-acquired pussy and especially fondling those sensational breasts....there simply was no comparison to mind-blowing sex that i could have gotten if i'd planned accordingly.

That was more than a month ago...a month since I last fed, absorbed someone's body into my own and taken their form for myself. I was hungry, and, more than that I was horny.

For any fur reading this somewhere, somehow, let me stress for you the uniqueness of my situation: being horny, aroused, yiffy, lustful, or downright needing of sex is difficult when you don't have a penis or vagina.

I sighed for the umpteenth time that day, sprawling out on the couch in what is my "default" state- my body as it is normally, with no foreign DNA from cum or pussy juice or drool or a wholly-ingested fur in my belly...just as god, or rather, science, made me. My usual abode is an apartment rented in whichever city i happen to be prowling at the moment, this one a loft in a brick 5-story, unfurnished but for a cheap flat screen tv, a fridge, washer and dryer, and my hand-picked, exceedingly comfortable double-wide couch, the perfect bed and lounge setup for me. I get up from my lazing however, and give myself a long look in my own full-length mirror on the inside of the front door. I'm not ugly in my natural form, but...i'm not something I want to be. 5'4" tall, with coal-black fur, neither chubby nor slim, just...untoned, neither the alluring curves and lines of a woman nor the musculature of a man, no breasts, no dick, no pussy...my hips aren't bad, somewhere between a woman's and a man's, and I do have a nice ass. My chest is flat, and I sport no pecs of any definition. My face, though, is alive, with my silver-glow eyes and high cheekbones, I look quite exotic. My ears are somewhere between canid and feline, swept back along my head, giving me a sleek look that I rather like. I try posing and showing off for myself, but the lack of tits or a cock make it a futile gesture.

I return to my couch, still nude, because what's the point of underwear if you've got nothing to cover? I've contemplated staying in my natural form permanently- even tried it for a time, but even the slightest intimacy with another fur begins to change my appearance: a kiss, saliva laced with DNA begins a slow bodily shift, a blowjob here or letting a guy pound my ass there begins an even quicker change. And with even the simplest pleasure I begin to hunger, my baser instincts to vore and absorb my current lover taking over any sense of reason i might have. Still...i can get on with that later. Now my appetite must be sated.

I'll take some time to recover from the cheetah girl's form, so i use my natural body's one true advantage over any fur to have a good time. I keep a high-pressure hose hooked up to my sink. I retrieve it, sitting spread-legged on the couch, vacant crotch pressed against the fabric leaving neither vaginal juices nor precum, and slide the nozzle into my ass, wincing slightly as it spreads my tight sphincter for a moment before I clamp shut around it. I turn the facet on before taking my seat again, and feel the shudder of the hose run up my spine before the chill of ice-cold water begins flooding into me. I moan hard, shivering in pleasure- and cold- as the water gushes into my body, not a drop escaping from my tightly-clenched rear as it pumps inside.

I sit back on the couch, legs sprawled out since I know what's coming. At one gallon, my belly is tight, simply as if after a large meal (the normal kind, for you furs, y'know...food, not other furs). At two, i've got a baby-bump, my tummy rounded slightly, but noticeably. Three gallons...then four...five and so on...at 20, I shut the hose off. I pant, moaning and whimpering as my belly is so engorged I can't stand upright. I can feel the cold chill of water sloshing and churning within me, weighing easily 170 pounds heavier, my knees shake as I carry myself back from the faucet, pulling the hose from my backside (anal play is so much cleaner when you don't have bowels) and replacing it with a rather large butt-plug to keep my liquid load locked in tight. The cheetah girl didn't even weigh this much! I winced in pleasure on the verge of pain, falling onto the couch and caressing my engorged stomach with both hands, 20 gallons of water within my body making me so rounded that my legs were forced apart while my belly sagged between them! I closed my eyes, rubbing my immense belly with one hand, the other moving between my legs, stroking my fingers over my groin. Despite the lack of sexual organs, that smooth pelvic region felt good beneath the weight of my tightly-swollen abdomen, and I closed my eyes, scratching the fur there until I passed out.