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Otterly Stuffed

By Otteronymous

The chubby river otter wobbled precariously on the slatted fence, his unease palpable as he contemplated the first, and unbeknownst to him, last time he would ever break the law

"Come on Theo, move your fat ass before someone sees you!"

Theodore bounded off the fence with a yelp, his webbed footpaw snagging the lip of the barrier and sending his fat brown body landing with a dull thud on the shaggy lawn.

"Nice landing Cinderella. Could you manage to be less of a retard, at least for tonight?"

Theodore scowled at Markus as he hobbled to his wide, padded feet; the taller, more athletic otter's toothy grin noticeable to Theodore even in the darkness.

"Now stop fucking around little bro and let's do this."

The two brothers raced silently to the guest house on the other side of the property, Theodore's plump, pear shaped body struggling to keep up with his brother's confident stride as they approached the locked entrance.

"I'm telling you bro, this is gonna be sweet." Markus said, his younger brother doubled over breathless as he continued. "That fat old fuck won't know what hit him."

Markus dug into his tattered jeans for the lockpick, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at his wheezing brother.

"Keep an eye out tubby, stealing the trophy isn't worth shit if Coach Marino knows we're the ones who took it."

Theodore wrenched himself upright, his lungs drawing deep the cool, mid-western air as his eye darted across the windows dotting the stately white home; the young otter's heart racing at the at how exposed the two brother were.

_"_This is so stupid" Theodore thought to himself, "Coach Marino has always been cool with me, and now I'm gonna risk going to jail just to impress some frat assholes?" The chubby otter nervously thumped his thick tail, his eyes continuing to scan the windows for movement as he spoke.

"This is dumb Mark, let's just get out of here" Theodore pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up and keep watching the windows Theo!" Markus hissed. "Omega Tau Tau will make me a member if we get this fucking trophy, and if I get in, then I can get you in next year. Or do you want to continue to be a friendless loser even in college?"

Theodore swallowed hard as he continued. "N-No, but... Marino is... an OK guy, and we could go to jail! There has to a better way to pledge than this."

Markus stopped fumbling with the tumbler as he turned to Theodore, his muzzle twisting and eyes crossing in mock parody as his voice took a squeaky tone more akin to his younger brother.

"But Mark what about... Mark what if we.... Mark, what if I break a nail!?"

Markus' muzzle faded into a look of disgust as his voice fell into its normal baritone

"Christ You're such a bitch Theo. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you wanted suck the fat old bull's dick."

Theodore snapped back to the windows, his face hot with anger and shame as he stared down at the grass in silence. Markus hadn't known about the myriad of fantasies Theodore had of Marino when he was filling himself with his massive stallion dildo, but the accuracy of the barb began to betray the otter's confidence in the sanctity of his furtive desire to worship the ex-jock's massive ball belly and cram his muzzle full of every inch of turgid bull cock he could handle.

The silence between the two continued for what seemed like ages as Theodore waited for the other shoe to drop and get called out completely; the silence finally breaking as his brother returned to digging into the locked tumbler.

Theodore sighed under his breath, his secret assumed safe once again. Markus loathed having an awkward, nerdy, and socially ostracized younger brother, but his disdain never manifested beyond light hazing and rough housing. Discovering that his fat-bodied little brother had eyes for the same coach who killed his chance for a football scholarship months ago would very likely escalate his umbrage into dangerous territories.

Theodore's eyes looked up at the windows once again, his gaze drawn away from the lightly rustling drapes on the second floor as he heard the door's lock slide open with a heavy *THUNK*. Mark grunted in approval of his practiced filching skills as he flung the door open.

"Let's go bro, you first."

Theodore slunk past his smirking brother as he made his way into the windowless, two bedroom quest house, Markus striding in his wake as he swung the door closed behind them and engulfed the room in darkness. The pudgy otter groped in vain for the light switch, his thick otter tail thumping nervously as he failed to find his target.

"For fuck sakes Theo, it's on the other side of the doorway you dumbass."

Markus elbowed his brother aside as he clicked on the switch besides the door, the overhead barroom lamps bathing the room in soft, yellow light.

"I bet if it was a horse dick begging to be sucked you would have found it all the way across the room in a heartbeat."

Theodore went red under his slick brown fur, his claws digging into his pads as he readied a fist for his brother's smug snout. With a smirk, Markus drove off his heels and shoved the fat little otter against the wall, his paws pinning his younger brother in place.

"Too slow you little shit. You're so easy to rile up, it's no wonder everyone loves fucking with you."

Theodore, incensed by the constant goading, refused to back down.

"At least I'm not the one who needs to rob someone just to impress some fucking jock assholes!"

Markus' stoic muzzle began to crumble, his sly smile cracking under the no longer sheepish words of his brother. The muscular otter squeezed his brother's arms, his thick claws digging into pudgy flesh as Theodore yelped In pain.

"You ungrateful little faggot" Markus growled. "I'm doing this so you can win over some fucking friends for once in your life! You've been the pathetic laughing stock of the school since Freshman year, and I can't afford to have that follow me to the university." Markus tightened his grip, the small otter wrapping his tail around his thigh in fear as his brother continued. "I don't give a fuck about that prick Marino, and I don't give a fuck about you. You're a fucking liability to me, and if you don't shut the fuck up for the rest of the night like a good little bitch and help me get this trophy, I'll make sure everyone knows about that 13" horse dick you keep under your mattress."

Markus tossed Theodore against the wall, his eyes burning a hole into the younger otter as he stood timidly staring at the floor and rubbing his aching arms.

"Good. Now let's find this fucking thing and get out of here."

Markus began tearing across the room for any signs of the state championship trophy. Theodore, muzzle still facing towards the floor, raised his gaze to scan the room as his brother ransacked it.

The room was rather spartan, save for a heavy looking wooden desk, a massive soft pile rug, and shelves upon shelves of trophies. The young otter ran his thick tail between his hands as he scanned shelf after shelf of trophies that piled to the ceiling.

Theodore stood in awe at the sheer number of trophies in the collection. There were at least 2 dozen trophies for High school and college football, wrestling, and weight lifting, all sitting alongside 2 dozen more for agriculture, teaching achievement, and leadership awards. Theodore even cracked a demure smile as he saw a large, faux-gold trophy in the shape of a hotdog for a fist place finish in "Rocco's World Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest." The young otter's loins received a healthy flush of blood at the thought of the bull's massive ball belly crammed taught below his sculpted pectorals.

Theodore's lust was quickly snapped back to reality as his brother stamped across the room.

"Stay the right the fuck here Theo. I'm going to check the other room. Don't you dare chicken out on me or I swear to God you'll be sucking dick through a straw for the rest of your life."

Theodore stared back down at the massive rug as his brother ran off into the other room.

"Fucking Jackpot!" shouted Markus from the adjoining room. "It's locked in a God damned cabinet though. Give me a second to get it open and we'll be home free."

Guilt began washing over Theodore, his shoulders drooping as he hesitantly rubbed his shoulder with his free paw. "Marino was always nice to me in P.E class" the young otter thought to himself. "And he was one of the only teachers who never gave me a hard time for being the loser brother of the all-American Markus. It's just... I'm tired of being the fucking outcast... the weirdo... the fag."

The young otter let out a heavy sigh, wholly unaware of the momentary breeze at his backside while he tried to swallow his guilt.

"I don't want to do this... but I have to" he said softly. "I'm really sorry Mr. Marino, you're too cool for this bullshit."

Theodore's lamentation was met with a familiar, bassy voice.

"I'm glad you think so Theodore."

The otter's blood went cold, a light squeak catching in his throat as he turned to face the voice.

Coach Marino stood before Theodore. The massive bull towered over the young otter as he looked down with a toothy smile, a set of ornate glasses decorating his wide snout and accentuating his gruff, lightly aging face.

The young otter's muzzle was agape as he stared up at the muscular bull; his meaty body dwarfing his own. The bull's heavy frame was covered with nothing more than a worn wife beater that stretched across his muscular, beer belly shod midsection and a pair of skimpy white underpants that struggled to contain the hefty cock and cantaloupe sized testicals within.

"I...I..." Theodore stammered, his protests cut short as Marino stepped closer, the bull raising his thick forefinger to the otter's quivering lips.

"Shhh, quiet now boy." Marino said warmly, Theodore nearly melting as the bull's musky, masculine scent washed over him. "You kids could wake the dead with the racket you cause."

Coach Marino removed his finger, a warm smile still beaming at the silently trembling otter.

"Good boy. Now wait one minute while I make us all a bit more comfortable for the evening."

Coach Marino turned back towards the door, his hefty 6'9" frame lumbering as he reached for the top of the nearest trophy shelf, the tired tank top riding up to reveal more of his hard, jutting gut as he groped at the top of the case. Theodore's muzzle went flush as he stared at the bull's thick, meaty thighs, the heavy muscles flexing tightly under the bull's modest layer of fat as he moved. Coach Marino shifted to the tips of his hooves as he reached deeper into the shelf, his thick bubble butt threating to tear his underwear in half as it bulged to keep the heavy bovine's balance.

"Ahhh, there it is." Coach Marino said, his entire body giving a light jiggle as he returned to flat hooves. Marino smiled as he brandished a small silver key, his thick fingers working it effortlessly into the lock. The tumbler spun shut once again, the bull returning the key back to its hiding place upon the obscenely tall shelf that was well out of the otter's reach.

"Now if you'll excuse me boy, there's some much needed business to take care of in the next room" Coach Marino said politely before stamping his thick hooves across the room, the rustic floor boards creaking under his bulk with every step.

Theodore stood silently, his tail weakly twitching as he tried desperately to squeak out a warning to his unsuspecting brother, but his eyes couldn't tear themselves from the hulking bull of his fantasies plodding across the room, his confident swagger forcing the young otter's jeans tight as his cock bulged with fear and lust.

Coach Marino approached the side of the doorway just as Markus began to clear the threshold. "Hey! I got it bro! Let's get the hell out of here before that fuck Marino knows what hit him" Markus said, his eyes staring deeply at the massive, shining trophy, and wholly unaware of the behemoth that stood besides him.

With a swiftness that belied his massive bulk, Coach Marino snatched Markus by his tall otter neck, the shocked lutra dropping the trophy before being hoisted into the air like a toy. Markus began to panic, his webbed paws clawing and scratching at the softly gripping, but ironclad hand wrapped around his neck. With his free hand, Coach Marino handily cleaved the flailing otter's jeans from his writhing form with one heavy tug; decades of experience having shown him exactly where to grip the seams for a clean disrobing.

"What the fuck! Let me down you fucking faggot!" Markus barked, his long otter body flopping vainly as his younger brother stared in shocked silence. Coach Marino pursed his lips, his head shaking as he spoke. "Tsk, tsk. It would appear you've learned nothing about proper behavior since I kicked you off the team boy. Perhaps a more permanent solution is in order for a miscreant such as yourself."

With his free hand, Coach Marino reached down and peeled off his overstuffed briefs, his massive cock and supple balls springing free from their cotton prison. With the older otter still wriggling in his grasp, the bull began fondling his hefty package, his fingers working over the meaty sack before working them up to his substantial shaft. A heavy sighed rolled from his thick bovine lips as his member began to become engorged, his heavy mitts awakening the hungry cock in preparation for its forthcoming meal.

"I have just the solution for troublesome little kids like you" Marino said, his cock thickening with every stroke of his massive palm as he continued. "And I think after giving me a load of problems, you would do well to just give me a nice thick load instead."

"W-What the fuck!? You can't fucking do this!" Markus shrieked. "T-They'll fucking put you away for life once they find out what you're doing!"

The bull gave a hardy laugh, a smug smile crawling across his lips as he looked lustfully into Markus' eyes. "With as much prestige as my work gives this town kiddo, they have a tendency to look the other way when a few students go missing around ol' Coach Marino. Especially troublesome little shits like you."

Coach Marino began lowering the writhing otter towards his thick, pulsing cockhead. "For God sakes, fucking help me Theo!" Markus shouted, his words sputtering out as he choked and gagged on the heavy smell of Marino's ripe, bulbous cockhead.

Theodore remained silent, his own dick growing painfully hard against his jeans as he stared at Coach Marino's engorged tool. The bull's flared glans flexed and undulated like a baby bird mewling for the dangling otter worm daddy had brought home for dinner.

"Enjoy your stay Markus, I know I will."

With a heavy grunt, Coach Marino shoved the howling otter's snout into the slit of his turgid cockhead, a heavy groan vibrating deep in the bull's chest at the feeling of being stretched open once again.

"Ohhh yes, that's a good little otter" Marino sighed as Markus' sleek, muscled frame writhed and twitched in bull's engorged piss slit. Marino's hungry cock eagerly wormed over the otter's shoulders as the bull continued his blissful encouragements. "Good boy, you know you want to be in daddy's nice warm balls. No more worries, no more troubles, just a nice fat load waiting for an eager hole."

Globs of pre began squeezing out past the wiggling otter's waist as Marino began massaging his shaft, the outline of the terrified otter visible to Theodore as Markus bulged and pressed against the thick shaft that slurped and squeezed around him.

"Oh yessss" Marino sighed, his head lolling back as he massaged the otter into his meaty shaft. "fight and writhe for daddy! Those vibrations are wonderful!"

Theodore continued to watch in horror and adulation as more of his brother was dragged into the bovine's massive cock, the bull's weighty testicles beginning to bloat like jelly filled beach balls as their new occupant found its way into their fleshy mass.

Coach Marino's cock began to give wet slurps as it ravenously dragged its prisoner deeper amidst copious ropes of pre, the otter's ankles and footpads twitching weakly as the bull began to message his massive, bloated sack with both hands.

"Oh God yes, just a bit more now" Coach Marino said, his thick hands petting and pawing at the otter's faint outlines in the distended scrotum. "It must be so hot and humid in there my little troublemaker. I do hope you enjoy the taste, you're going to be making it so sweeter very soon."

With another big smile, Coach Marino lifted one hand from his heavy sack and placed an index finger on the paws jutting out of his swollen urethra, his massive arm barely giving a flex as it pushed the last of the otter into his hungry cockhead.

The bulbous head of the Coach's cock slithered over the paw pads, leaving only Markus' tail as the last thing Theodore would ever see of his brother again.. With a heavy grunt, the bull leaned back, both of his massive arms positioned behind him to support his substantial girth before thrusting his muscled hips into the air. With a long, vile slurp, his turgid cock inhaled Markus' thick, flopping otter tail. A heavy growl rolled off the bovine's thick tongue as his cockhead slithered over the tip, eagerly condemning the older brother to his thick, gooey fate.

Theodore's eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at the massive, undulating nutsack that laid before him. The fleshy walls weakly churned and groaned, the occasional paw and languished muzzle could be seen weakly pressing against the wrinkled skin before receding to churn and swim in the massive, bloated cumsack.

Coach Marino rolled his head forward as he caught his breath, the heavy scent of his manhood wafting through the room, the air humid with his lustful conquest.

"Well, well. It would appear someone has enjoyed the show" Coach Marino chuckled, his eyes drawn to the bulge in Theodore's pants. The young otter quickly attempted to cover his painful erection under his trembling paws, the worthless gesture drawing a hearty laugh from the satiated bull.

"No need to be coy Theodore. I've seen how you eyed the other boys in the locker room... the way you've eyed me." Theodore's cheeks blushed a crimson red hot enough to be seen under his fur, his tail grabbing tight enough against his thigh to cut off circulation.

"No need to be ashamed boy" Coach Marino said warmly before beckoning the young otter with a curled digit. "Why don't you come over here and help daddy break down his latest meal?"

Theodore's eyes darted across the room, his greatest fears and dreams all culminating in this horrible moment. Coach Marino snapped his finger before calling out again, this time a bit more forcibly. "Come on boy, this cream isn't going to churn itself."

With clandestine guilt and joy, Theodore skittered his chubby frame over to the softly moaning and smiling bull. He stood to the coach's side, his eyes still drawn to the bloated sack that spilled across the floor and thick, soft cock that laid upon them. Coach Marino clasped the otter's nervous shoulder as he effortlessly dragged the otter to his knees, Theodore coming face-to face with the fleshy shrine his brother had just been sacrificed to.

"Don't be shy boy, I know you wanna. Just give it a good, long rub."

Without thinking twice, Theodore plunged his shaking paws into the bulbous sack. The bull's massive nuts were soft and taut, their firmness like milk filled water balloons, their texture like silly putty between his paws. The bulky bull hummed in pleasure as the otter worked his webbed paws over the wiggling, churning flesh. "Ohhh, just like that boy. Now get em deeper, work that brother of yours into a nice, hardy soup for daddy."

With shameful glee, Theodore drove his paws deeper into the sack, the heavy balls flowing back and forth as more of Markus was broken down into thick, heavy bull cream. Coach Marino reached a hefty hand behind the young otter's head and pushed his muzzle deep into the sack, forcing Theodore to nuzzle and inhale the scents of the bull's testosterone soaked gonads.

The young otter's cock grew unbearably hard as the bull's dominant scent flooded his olfactory senses, the feeling of the sloshing, churning nuts across his sensitive whiskers as he ran his muzzle across the undulating sack nearly causing him to blow his load then and there. Theodore could feel the nuts swelling tighter against his muzzle as he nuzzled, his former brother now more accurately measured in gallons than pounds.

"That's a good boy, you've done so well" Marino cooed, his nuts continuing to swell as every ounce of the former all-star was reduced to bull batter. "Now let daddy help you with that little problem you've got there."

With the grace of a porn star, Coach Marino snapped the fly on Theodore's jeans and had them down to the floor before the young otter could even let out a squeak. Free from its denim containment, Theodore's rock solid member sprang to attention, his meager by comparisons balls dangling in the cool air as Marino began to ply them with his thumb and forefinger.

Theodore let out a heavy moan as he felt the touch of another man on his groin for the first time. The sensation of the strong, masculine hands manipulating his thick member was greater than he had even dreamed.

Coach Marino's cock was growing hard again as well, its gargantuan thickness quickly returning to full attention as he worked the young otter's own member. With another effortless push, the bull guided the young otter's muzzle to the base of his veiny shaft before commanding "Lick."

Like a dog given peanut butter for the first time, Theodore began to slather every inch of the bovine's massive, throbbing length. The salty, humid taste coated his small otter tongue with a flavor that only a true man could provide; it's hot, seething musk covering him with an aura so strong he wanted to melt into it.

"Ohhh, such a good boy. So at attentive, so eager" Coach Marino said as the otter continued to worship and slather every inch of his bullhood. "I bet you're hungry for more."

Coach Marino moved his hand from the otter's twitching member, his fingers caressing Theodore's soft white taint as he moved his thick digits towards the otter's puckered hole.

Theodore let out a small *Meep* as he felt the bull's fingers begin rubbing his tailhole, fear beginning to percolate into his consciousness again at the thought of what the bull had in mind for him.

"I-I-I'm not so sure about that c-coach." Theodore stammered, worry beginning to wash away the pleasure on his muzzle.

"Oh, I'm almost certain you are boy" replied the bull. "Allow me to help show you."

With effortless grace, Coach Marino lifted the fearful otter up off the ground and plopped him on to the nearby rug. the otter's fat belly squishing into the silken fibers as Coach Marino knelt down behind him. The bull let out a grunt as he rested his heavy ball belly into sculpted crevice of Theodore's fat back, his hard cock nestling like a summer sausage between the otter's fat buns.

"Look at that, a perfect fit." Coach Marino said warmly. "You were practically engineered to be bred boy."

Theodore's cheeks were flush, his senses overwhelmed by terror and lust as the titanic bulk of the bull pressed gently down on him, the cock nestled between his jiggling ass causing his asshole to pucker and twitch with excitement and dread.

Theodore's flight instinct suddenly overran his lust, forcing the otter to weakly thrash in a vain attempt to escape.

"Woah there boy!" the bull quipped with surprise, his massive hands pressing the otter helplessly into the rug as he lowered his huge muzzle to the weakly squeaking otter's ear.

"I thought you wanted this Theodore" The bull whispered into the otter's ear, the heat of his massive tongue rolling over the now shivering otter. "I know you've wanted to be taken for so long. To be used, to be claimed. Just relax and let daddy's give his little bitch what he's wanted for long."

Theodore shuddered and whimpered at the bull's words, his rock hard cock grinding into the soft rug as the bull's fat, jiggling belly pressed harder down upon him.

"P-P...Please fuck me daddy."

With a twisted smile and a quick grunt, Coach Marino drove his massive length into Theodore's beckoning tailhole. The young otter let out a scream of pain and pleasure as his virgin insides were packed with the object of his every desire, the soft pink flesh eagerly swallowing inch after inch of the bull's thick pillar.

Theodore groaned as his fat pucker was stretched like a rubber band to accommodate the coach's girth, the bull's unceasing thickness growing and swelling as the otter's hungry insides stretched and begged for more.

"Oh God...Oh god.." the young otter panted, his tailhole feeling as if it would split from gargantuan thickness. Theodore's well trained guts strained to keep up with the bovine's oppressive endowment, its sheer size creating a noticeable bulge in the fat otter's belly as it drove deeper and deeper.

Theodore's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the turgid length came to ram against his prostate. The sudden wave of anal pleasure forced the otter to cry out like a bitch in heat, his rectum flaring open to greedily engulf the bull's entire length, his bloated buttcheeks coming to rest against the massive sack that swam with an ocean of otter fueled cum.

"Oh, you ARE a good little bitch, you practically ate the whole thing!" the bull chuckled, his hands grasping the otter's fat, shapely hips as he began to buck and ram the otter's pulsing innards, each thrust drawing a pained and heavy moan from Theodore, his wildest fantasies finally realized.

The bull's heavy bucking drove the Theodore's dopamine flooded mind wild, his desire to be bred and used supplanting his every thought and instinct . The young otter began bucking his thick, feminine hips into every thrust, his ass clenching and milking the length every time it slide out in order to squeeze every ounce of thick, cummy paste from the veiny tube.

Coach Marino's dick began spurting heavy globs of pre-cum into the now wild and whorish otter, the thick fluid cramming his overpacked insides before dribbling out past the bull's thick cock and dribbling to the rug beneath them.

Coach Marino bent over, his thick bovine tongue running across the side of the panting and grunting otter's muzzle as he relished the sweat taste of insatiable new whore. "Markus always was a little shit" he whispered into Theodore's ear, "shall we put in where he belongs boy?"

The bull reared back, nearly withdrawing his massive cock from the fat otter's ass, the flared head just barely staying inside as he bellowed, his colossal nutsac drawing up tight as he buried his length deep into the otter's hot, hungry guts. Theodore's eyes went wide, feeling the bull's massive bloated cock flare and surge with its long awaited torrential load.

Theodore's ass was flooded with white hot bovine fluid, the otter's full rectum stretching in futility to contain the overwhelming volume of cum being pumped into his hungry, voluptuous backside. The fat otter's belly swelled pregnant with musky bovine seed as it overloaded his abused guts, causing his formerly chubby belly to bloat and spill across the floor.

Coach Marino reached his hand down to the moaning otter's gut, feeling it continue to grow and swell with the liquefied remains of his brother, the servile otter unwittingly being stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey for the bull's true desire.

Theodore's violated hole weakly clenched against the bull's massive staff as it pulverized his flared prostate into submission and drove him to orgasm; the young otter painting the rug with his sizeable, but comparatively pathetic load as he swelled like a well-used-condom.

The young otter collapsed to the ground as his mind-numbing orgasm subsided, his belly sloshing like the heavy, musky nuts his paws caressed just minutes ago. Coach Marino withdrew his cock from the exhausted otter's puffy tailhole with a wet pop, Theodore's swelled and abused pucker dribbling hot seed over the rug as he moaned lightly, unable to clench himself closed.

"I-I-I'm sorry about the rug" the otter whined, his webbed paws running over his massive cum filled sack of a belly before letting out a belch; the musk of bovine seed heavy on his breath.

"It's no problem boy" Coach Marino said warmly. "One always makes a bit of mess when they're prepping dinner.

Before Theodore could even comprehend the bull's words, the heavy bovine was on top of him, his massive maw stretching wide as he ran his thick bovine tongue over the otter's confused muzzle. Theodore sputtered and spat as he was coated in heavy saliva before being plunged into the bull's soft, pulsating gullet.

Coach Marino began to stand, dragging the heavily engorged and sloshing otter up with him as he forced Theodore's thin shoulders deep into his massive maw. A satiated *mmmm* rolled from deep in the bull's throat as he savored the sweaty, well-oiled pelt of his tenderized meal.

Theodore, plunged in hot, humid darkness, began to panic. The undulating walls pressed against his head as he was crammed tighter into the bull's slick gullet. The fat otter attempted to scream out for help, but the fleshy walls soaked up every screech and cry. The acrid taste of stomach acid began filling the young otter's eyes and muzzle as he was worked deeper and deeper to his ultimate fate.

Coach Marino gulped heavy as he approached the otter's massive belly, his cock growing hard once again as he licked and savored its massive form. "Foie gras, my favorite" he thought to himself as he soaked in the delicious flavors of sex, sweat and cum from the otter's grotesquely swollen midsection.

With concerted effort, the coach unhinged more of his jaw, his tongue pushing hard on the otter's cum packed gut in order to fit the entire thing into the ravenous maw. More globs of cum began squirting from the otter's puffing anus as bull crammed the entire gut down his throat, the mouth feel of the squirming otter's ripe paunch drawing a deep moan of pleasure from the bull as he worked his greedy maw towards the otter's flabby, well used ass.

Theodore began to cry as he felt the warm cum begin dumping back out of his tailhole as his belly was squeezed painfully into the bull's voracious gullet. He just wanted to be left alone, make the bullying stop. Now he was nothing more than an overstuffed sausage casing, destined to deliver a double stuffed meal to a sinister, predatory head coach. The tears on his muzzle intensified as the acidic contents of bull's stomach grew ever closer.

Coach Marino ran his tongue over the otter's pink, swollen asshole, his taste buds dancing as he sampled the musky contents of his Markus-filled nuts mixed with Theodore's own delicious casing. Mmmm, one of the finest cream sauces I've had to date he mused to himself before gulping the otter down to his wiggling footpads. The bull placed a heavy hand under his massive, jutting gut, the young otter bloating his already fat midsection to cartoonish proportions with every gulp. With one last gulp, the massive bull swallowed the otter's padded digits, his thick bovine lips pursing as they wetly slurped up the otter's tail like the last udon noodle in the bowl.

Coach Marino's slumped against the wall, his hefty innards now filled with two troublesome otters. He vigorously massaged his belly as he attempted to cajole the weakly thrashing otter into order, his free hand working his ever thickening shaft; the power and conquest breathing second life into his still heavy nutsack.

"Calm down in there boy, it's gonna be alright. You're food for daddy Marino now, you should be proud to be serving such a legend."

Theodore could barely hear the muffled consolation of the bull as he was packed tighter and tighter into the bovine's hot, sweltering gut. The air was thin, and he could barely let out a squeak of protest as a heavy hand massaged over the layers of blubber encasing him. The constricting walls of the bovine's stomach forced Theodore into a fetal position, his swollen gut pressing hard against his chest and muzzle as he whimpered fruitlessly for a savior.

Coach Marino felt his stomach settle, his belly finally accommodating his lusty, cream filled meal. The bull began vigorously working his shaft, his free hand squeezing hard on his belly as he worked. Seed began to bubble up the Coach's thick length just as his throat tingled with a heavy load behind his lips, his long wrought climax of the night timing itself perfectly.

*BURRRRRRRRRRP*

Coach Marino let loose a thick, wet belch just as he began draining the last of Markus from his balls. The thick white ropes of former otter drenching the the floor as his thunderous discharge rattled the trophies on the wall.

"Ahhhhh" the bull sighed, his massive frame slumping to the ground in utter satiation. The coach began rubbing and cradling his now tranquil gut, the otter inside being reduced to nothing but a thick, calorie dense brew for the bull's hungry and insatiable mass.

Weary and exhausted from his hedonistic exploits, the bull began to lightly nod off against the wall. The bull ran his heavy running across his distended belly, coddling and comforting what spark of Theodore was left before they both conked out for the night.

A smile curled across the bull's snout as he began to drift off, his mind contemplating which slacker to cut from the team next. "Jackson has been giving me shit ever since I demoted him to backup QB" the bull thought to himself. "And it's been far too long since my ass has had a good filling... perhaps a roster change is in the cards next month."

The smile remained on the bull's spectacled muzzle as he drifted to sleep, his belly loudly churning the otter into a new layer of thick bovine fat as his asshole puckered in insidious anticipation of the coming weeks.