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Xavi didn't hear the changing room door open. His current tunes were too good to turn down. He was busy fumbling with a pair of jeans that didn't really fit him the way he wanted. They made him look so skinny. The tall but wiry red fox was still waiting for his weight to fill in like they said it would all throughout his teens. Looked like he was just going to have to wait another decade. He was posing in the mirror when she made her entrance, with his sleeves rolled up to unimpressively flex. Even at his height, he was easy enough to miss that she backed right into him.

Tamara generally maneuvered herself like a big truck when it came to smaller spaces. Backing in meant it was easier to get back out. And if she got stuck, then she didn't have to have a bunch of strangers grabbing her ass trying to help. Lessons learned. It was more than just a common stall, with a sliding door that was supposed to lock behind the current changer, if they remembered to press the button. The green light told Tamara it was all clear in there. The towering giraffe was as wide as the doorway, her hips brushing along the edges of the frame. She was already closing the door by the time she felt the unexpected presence of something soft behind her. Soft at first, anyway.

It might have seemed like she was a little slow on the uptake to take that long to notice she was walking right into someone, but with an ass that generous, lots of things just bounced right off. Only when she had that fox squished right up against the wall, pinned so firmly his toes weren't touching the ground anymore. Tamara glanced back to find a bright-eyed expression of surprise and strain looking up at her. His squirming just revealed how immediately hard he was.

“Oh! Well, look at us. Quite the predicament we've found ourselves in here."

She gave just a small wiggle of her hips, but even that small amount of friction was enough to make Xavi moan out loud. It was more than just a groan, but a full slutty, nearly orgasmic cry that left him nibbling his lip. His eyes darted left and right while he wondered if anyone in the store just heard him. Maybe he'd go to jail. Or just get banned from the mall.

The way those tight jeans hugged around the curve of the giraffe's great big backside just made it look all the plumper, and those cheeks were big enough to almost completely envelop his hips where he was wedged between them. There was plenty of skin exposed in her breezy outfit too, with a loose, sleeveless top that didn't fully conceal her chubby midriff, displaying her patterned back to him. He kind of wanted to reach out and trace his fingers along those markings. Or maybe to reach up and tug her visible bra strap.

“You're cute," she said, flashing him a wink. “I think it's too cramped in here for us to really get up to much, but we can probably make something of this happy little accident if you want."

She waited for a response, and instead just got a wide-eyed stare. Eventually she gave up and stuck her tongue out at him, giving him just a small glimpse of its impressive length and flexibility.

“You have to say something first, dear."

“Hiiii ..." he eventually managed.

She was beaming by then, easily bending her neck to get a good look at him and all his silly expressions.

“First time?"

“For what?" His answer was abrupt, blurted, with a sense of indignance that immediately gave away his game.

“Mmhmm." Tamara nodded. “Well don't worry. I really don't care if you last."

She could feel the walls of the booth straining when she pressed a little more weight into him. Too much, and she probably could have crushed the hips of that lean boy without even sitting on him. He remained desperately stiff in a pair of pants right off the rack, still covered in labels, all wrapped snug around a bulge he couldn't control. Tamara liked the way it throbbed when she started moving some more, grinding back against him, slowly, firmly. By the way he was shaking behind her, pinned and squished tight to the wall by her hefty ass, he wasn't going to last long.

If she was less experienced with cute virgins like him she might have worried he was convulsing more than was healthy. It was fine. He was shaking so adorably for her, making silly fox noises of every sort, as if searching for the most appropriate one for the situation. She made him suppress a scream with just a slow roll of her hips, until he was squirming desperately under all that weight pressed against his body. He was beating his tail against the wall. People were probably going to hear them. If she didn't just bring the whole store down on top of them and the rest of the mall with it for all the pressure she was putting on the structural integrity of the fitting room.

Something had to give out, and it was Xavi's body that failed first. He didn't break so much as he simply gave in. There was only so much pounding arousal that one young man could take, pressed up so close to the biggest ass he'd ever seen. Tamara gave him a little wink when she felt him give those telltale trembles. She didn't fault him for his whimpers, either. He looked so embarrassed, so broken by his lack of stamina, lips curling into a pout, but his pleasure won over in the end.

“Ohhhhh, oh [i]god[/i] ... !"

He made it sound like he didn't even know his body could [i]do[/i] that when he came. She never gave him a chance to get his pants off. He was just going to have to make a great big mess in his underwear, twitching and kicking his legs where they dangled over the floor. She kept him pinned there for as long as it took for him to stop trembling and start breathing again. A gasp of air, and he fell into desperate panting when he finally came down from that sudden orgasm. His lip was trembling, and he wouldn't look right at her. She could practically feel the warmth of his blush.

“Sorry."

Tamara shrugged. “Got you going, huh? Well don't worry about it too much. They're not [i]your[/i] pants. Here, let me wiggle around a little and I'll help you get out of them."

Xavi wasn't exactly recharged and ready for more. Even just the slight motions of the big giraffe's hips to try to unwedge him from between her cheeks was enough to make him whimper a little. He tried his best to growl instead, just to seem a little manly, but it wasn't happening. His dick was still so sensitive, and it wasn't getting any softer. Really, he'd never experienced anything like it before. He never could find the right kind of porn.

Having her wiggling about like that meant all the more rubbing against her butt, and all the more moaning from him too. He gave an especially noisy fox call, ringing out through the rest of the store just in case anyone didn't already know there was something salacious going on behind the closed door. Tamara granted him no mercy. She needed to wiggle if she was going to turn around, and when she managed, she found herself looming over him from far above.

She didn't actually need to help him. As soon as he had the room to move on his own, he was hopping up and down, getting out of those thoroughly creamed pants to leave them a crumpled pile on the floor with one last glance at them, wondering what to do. He couldn't exactly put them back on the rack. Tamara just needed to smack her lips to remind him to look up at her. The fox stood at attention like a soldier, offering his salute in the form of his bulging boxers. He hadn't softened for a second.

Tamara took a look at him, bottomless, stiff, and then simply gave him a nod. “And the rest."

It wasn't immediately clear why he needed to be totally naked, nor was it important. She'd told him to. Xavi got his top off like it was suddenly on fire. The underwear took him a little longer. Despite them being soaked through with his cum, he still hesitated to show his cock in full to the huge, soft giraffe. It wasn't huge, for one. He tugged his waistband until it popped up, solid and wet, dripping for her. Even that small enough of rubbing had him biting his lip again, with throbs that worked up his spine and down his legs alike. He probably would have toppled over if it wasn't for the wall and the soft belly of the giraffe keeping him balanced.

It meant squishing her ass against the other wall, but she had to bend down a little to get closer to his level. Stretching her long neck out meant she could speak somewhere near the fox's perked ears. She was too far away to whisper.

“So maybe you've never had sex with a girl. Really no big deal, don't be embarrassed. But I have to ask. What about kissing? Ever done that?"

“I mean, I guess it depends ..."

“Your mom doesn't count, silly. I'm not talking about a little peck on the cheek. I mean [i]really[/i] kissing." She let that hang for a little, and then just gave a sigh when he didn't answer. “Well, that just won't do. Let's give you a quick little lesson, young man. Trust me, I'm [i]very[/i] good at this."

There wasn't enough room to bend down far enough, so she had to pick him up instead. Xavi ended up with his back pressed into the full-length mirror and a very ample pair of giraffe tits squished against his chest. She wasn't pressing [i]that[/i] hard. He didn't have to act like he couldn't breathe. Though she [i]was[/i] about to take his breath away, but not before swirling her tongue out to an impressive length, showing off everything she could do with it right up until she swiped it against his cheek.

That little touch made it easy to guide him where he needed to be. She tipped his head up just right, and met his lips in a solid, deep [i]smooch[/i] that remained locked in place for as long as she needed. She pressed into it all the more, firmer and firmer, until she felt the moaning fox in her clutches was ready for her tongue. She slipped it from her cheek and right between his lips, allowing him time to adjust for that sizable thing pressing down atop his own. When he was relaxed enough, she pushed in deeper, and then deeper still, until he eventually had it down his throat. His return smooches were so clumsy, so wet after that. It seemed like he still needed some serious training if he was going to make out with a woman like her.

Of course, that swipe of tongue over his fur had a way of imparting her senses with a tempting dose of foxy flavour. Tamara gave a little [i]mm[/i] as she slowly sucked her tongue back into her own mouth. She didn't break the kiss. First, she simply shifted her grip lower, finding a very eager vulpine squirming in her grip by the time she got to his hips. There she grasped, locking in tight to keep him right where he was. He was up on the tip of his toes just to get more of that kiss, leaning into it, backing down for nothing no matter how deeply she smooched him. For all his nervousness, he didn't flinch when she started snaking her tongue down his throat, and around his neck.

It wasn't a tight grip. She wasn't strangling him or anything. It was merely something to help guide him where he needed to be, and that was between her lips. She slipped just a little of him in to start with, just to see how he would react. It didn't even seem to cross his mind. He didn't pull back. Giraffes didn't eat foxes anyway. Smooching him on the face once she'd engulfed his muzzle, she gave a few gentle nibbles with those soft lips and drew a lick under his chin, sliding that flexible tongue back and forth, tasting as much of him as she could. Only when she'd had her fill of his flavour did she draw a little more of him into her mouth, dousing out his vision with a hot and humid mouth wrapped all softly around his features.

All it took was one more subtle movement before that face-sucking turned into an [i]engulfing[/i]. Xavi crossed the threshold between being tasted, and being swallowed. The first few inches of his muzzle entered the giraffe's long throat. Her inner muscles gripped him. Peristalsis from a giraffe was a powerful experience, one more all the more intense and insistent by the taste still lingering on her tongue. She curled it deeper. Exploring his chest, she swept up yet more that fox flavour that had her drooling on his whole head, sucking on him, gulping down the excess juices he helped her make. There really was no going back once she'd sampled enough of him.

Lifting him higher and feeding him between her soft lips, Tamara began to properly swallow that cute boy in the cramped room, butt bumping back against the sliding door as she maneuvered herself to get the best possible angle on him. The lack of space meant she ended up shoving him down her throat just a little faster than she meant to, but that was alright. Turning him from sweet, precious virgin fox into a sizable bulge in the giraffe's long neck was far too satisfying to resist. She gulped hard, snatching him up, clutching him by the rump, feeling his muscles flex with his writhing. It wasn't clear to her if he'd realized she was eating him yet, with those confused, instinctual responses.

Eventually, he managed a little [i]mmf[/i]. It didn't sound alarmed, just uncertain. What was the point of those kissing lessons if she was just going to eat him anyway? Plans changed. Tamara curled her tongue down towards the fox's waist, tasting tantalizingly close to his groin, teasing his belly. That got him squirming all the more, automatically humping towards her slurps, even if it meant pushing himself into her mouth a little more swiftly. He wasn't much in control of the situation either way. He would get his treat, just as she got hers, with that supremely stimulating tongue wrapping snugly around his cock by the time she was halfway done wetly swallowing him whole.

As much as Tamara was focused on her meal, she wasn't about to neglect toying with such a fun thing like him. A few strokes of her curled tongue up and down his knotted cock was enough to get him whimpering inside her in ways that even gulping him down couldn't accomplish. He was already squirting, though not quite cumming yet. Before he could finish, she lifted him up higher, straightening her poor sore back so she could tip him upwards and point that dick downwards. His bare paws ended up pressed against the ceiling at such an angle, but not for long.

She jerked him off with her tongue just a few more times before she got what she wanted out of him. Some quick thinking had her tugging her shirt out to keep it from getting splattered. That fox came even harder the second time, getting that direct attention like that. She felt his cum pouring all over her cleavage and the front of her throat, before she just ended up gulping it down with the rest of him. She couldn't wait any longer. Swallowing his sensitive shaft, letting the rest of his spurting splash all over himself on the way down her gullet, she sent him gliding down to her belly with an enduring, powerful [i]schlummmph[/i].

Standing up tall once more, Tamara put her hands on her hips, slowly curling her palms under her expanding gut once the fox touched down within her. A few more swallows sent the last of his bulge vanishing down her throat, descending the long slide to her middle with that commanding gulp. She slurped his tail and his toes away, leaving a light misting of saliva on the fitting room mirror when he was completely gone. Cramped though it might have been, that room had plenty of angles for Tamara to admire a belly full of faintly squirming fox. She hefted him and squeezed him, turning this way and that with a smile on her face and her tongue still running along her lips, tasting him for as long as she still could.

She kept him faintly on her mind as she proceeded with what she stepped in there to do in the first place. With the room newly vacant for her, she could change into a pastel blue sundress that did well to keep from clashing with her natural patterns. She ended up stretching it a little just to get it down over her gut, but that didn't matter too much if she was going to buy it anyway. Taking it off and stuffing it into a shopping bag, she began to clamour back into her previous outfit. It really felt like someone had gone and shrunk it when she wasn't looking. Her top wasn't pulling all the way down over her middle, clinging tightly to her tits, and her pants were wrapped so snugly around her ample ass she felt like she couldn't safely bend down. Maybe she should have kept the dress on, she thought to herself with a shrug.

There was no helping it. That boy was too delicious to worry about making a scene of herself. She pressed the button to open the door and stepped out of the fitting room a little rounder, a little heavier than before. Whether anyone guessed it was a handsome young fox sloshing around inside her with every jiggling step wasn't clear, though she definitely earned a few looks on the way to the checkout. Slightly more than the usual she got out walking around anyway, at a size and shape like hers. The cashier was looking her up and down and not even doing a great job of hiding it, with those bright coyote eyes all wide.

“Thanks," Tamara said on her way out, taking the receipt from the silent canine's hand when he forgot to offer it.

It was almost time to head home, though hauling around that extra weight had a way of taking the wind out of Tamara's sails. She strolled out of the clothing shop and into the rest of the mall, glancing about at the comings and goings. There was a bench available, so she made her way and settled down, testing it first before she settled the full weight of her ass on it. Surprisingly sturdy. It held up fine as she stretched out, spreading her legs and letting her gut splay freely over her lap while it loudly churned. There was plenty of noise around her, plenty of conversations along with the music from a boombox placed beside a spotted dancer, but she turned heads anyway with one especially potent [i]glurrrrrn[/i].

Noises like that had a way of attracting all types. It didn't take long before Tamara had a crowd. The curious eyes of a well-built bear guy seemingly fresh off a workout had him forget all about refreshments in favour of getting a good look at her. A pair of punky cats with their spiked jackets and their neon hair gave her a curious look, muttered something to each other and joined the gathering too. A loudly gossiping pair of bunnies stopped mid-sentence when they got a look at her, collectively squealing and bounding their way up close. Even the cute hyena girl with the boombox managed to stop in the middle of her dance routine, wiping at her brow and wiping at her forehead. She even paused the music to make her way over just to get a better look at the fat giraffe digesting someone in the middle of the mall. It wasn't like anyone was watching her anymore once Tamara arrived.

It was exactly the sort of gathering that got her belly rumbling all the more than it already was. Tamara scanned left and right, over that tempting variety of morsels on offer, from the tall and built to the small and slim. Her mouth watered. Her gut gurgled all the more aggressively, drawing out the murmurs and chatter of her crowd.

“You're totally full of someone, aren't you?" the bear asked, and Tamara didn't get a chance to answer before other voices chimed in.

“Of course she is," one of the cats said indignantly.

“Who is it?" a bunny asked, bouncing a little.

“Someone we know?" The hyena giggled when she realized how silly her question was, which only added to the noise.

“Please." Tamara held up her hands, waving them like a conductor just to get them all to quiet down. “One at a time."

As if taking its own turn, her gut gave another especially prominent gurgle as something settled and the bulge shifted. She gave a little sigh in response to the feeling, slumping back in the bench just a little - though that still left her as tall as most of her admirers. Without needing to be told, they soon crowded in to lay their hands on her, competing for space. She could feel the bear's strong touch, or the greedy gropes of the two cats, the shy strokes of the bunnies, and the rhythmic double-handed drumming from the energetically wiggling hyena. She was content to soak it all in for as long as it took to get her belly settled. A few smacks of her lips had her remembering how delicious that fox was, and got her wondering who might have done well to fit inside with him.

She wasn't sure if anyone noticed her licking over her lips. Eyes darting over each of them, she took her time considering while they admired her. Maybe she needed another guy to stuff in there on top of the fox. The bear was a lot of meat, but he looked surprisingly slender for his species, taut and firm in all the right places. That was exactly the kind of guy who would have felt incredible getting squeezed down her throat, one muscle at a time, all fresh from the showers like that. She would have had to strip the cats from their jackets lest she end up choking on a metal stud, but she was pretty certain they would have done whatever she said despite their demeanour. There was a look in their eyes she had learned to recognize.

On the other hand, a nice filling meal of girl meat would have been a satisfying followup. Those bunnies were so pretty, their bright fur practically begging to get drooled all over and ruined in her stomach. There was no doubt they simply had to be a package deal. Scanning down along the shapes, she had to wonder if she had enough room for both of their bottom-heavy selves. That was when her eyes strayed to the hyena girl. She looked so delighted just to be there, touching her, wearing that bright smile, with those shiny blue eyes. Her fur and spots made Tamara think about a chocolate chip cookie, and she had to wonder if she'd taste as good as one.

“What's going on here?"

A stern, perhaps authoritative voice interrupted Tamara's peckish considerations. Seemed they'd been caught. She was pretty sure getting her belly rubbed by a mini-horde of admirers wasn't against the mall rules, but who knew what to expect from a security guard on a power trip. Except, that wasn't what she saw when she looked up. The older lion was a rather well-dressed fellow, completing the suit and tie look with a briefcase, like he'd just stepped out of one of the offices on the upper floors of the mall. She looked him up and down, from the slight gut that was mostly concealed by his well-tailored suit, to the dignified streaks in his well-kept mane. She didn't know what to make of him, exactly. Only what her first instinct was.

Leaning in close, she could only verbalize something like a question. “Mmm?"

The big cat cleared his throat.. “Don't mind me. Didn't mean to interrupt, ah. This all just caught my eye on my way out, and happened to wonder if there might be any room left for me."

What started out as steady and dignified devolved into a bit of a babble by the time he was done talking. Tamara gave him a look, tipping her head to the side. There was more than one way to take that meaning, and he must have known that. She spoke similarly ambiguously.

“I'm sure I could make room."

Letting that hang in the air for a few seconds to see if they could make the dad-cat blush, she eventually nodded to the flock around her.

“Go on. Give the man some belly to rub."

With everyone already clambering together, hip to hip, it wasn't exactly easy. Yet they still tried to do what she told them, shoving aside just so that lion had a place to put his palm. He cleared his throat again, seemed about to mutter something, glanced around, and then finally just put his briefcase down so he could take her up on that offer. Her belly had impeccable timing once more. As soon as he laid a digit on that round, rumbling, fox-filled gut, it gave a groan of welcome to resonate right up his fingertips and leave him rumbling right back.

“Mmm. Alright. You're all welcome to stay a while. But I think you can do a little better than that." She flashed the crowd a smile, meeting some of their eyes, noticing the way others, like the cats, dodged her gaze. “If we're really going to help him settle in, I'll need you giving your best rubs. Put some muscle into it. Don't worry, you won't hurt me. I've got experience at this sort of thing."

She got her wish, in various levels of effectiveness. The big bear was of course especially good at squishing into her soft middle as if to feel up its occupant, but she was too fat for that. All he got was a handful of giraffe pudge - a layer that was only going to grow thicker thanks to that slowly digesting fox. She still had plenty of time to put into him to really get him processed through her system, but she didn't have to worry about that. It was all so easy and automatic. The belly rubbing was just for show, in truth. Having someone churning up inside her was a great excuse to get hands all over her soft tum.

There were little murmurs and chuckles from the crowd as they kneaded her. The bunnies were giggling to each other, which drew her eye. They looked so cute patting and pinching all that giraffe pudge. They would have been even cuter as part of it. Tamara took a stroll over their bodies with her gaze, then shifted to the boys again. It was time to see just how thorough they were caught up in admiring her.

“You three. Take your tops off for me, would you? I want to see."

She didn't elaborate further. The cats exchanged a look, starting to slowly strip out of their coats and the band shirts underneath once one of them started the process. The bear meanwhile really didn't need an excuse to go topless in public. He was half-bare and showing off the impressive tone of his form in seconds. Tamara found herself licking her lips, imagining how it would feel to run her tongue over the divots and grooves of his musculature. He worked so hard to get that body, but it would have been so easy to undo all that effort in the span of a single night spent sleeping him off. Her belly gave another loud gurgle at the thought, sloshing around its contents all the harder.

The cats weren't quite as impressive, with their skinny forms beneath all the layers, but that was enticing in its own way. Two handsome tabbies like that would have made a good pair, and their smaller forms would have slipped down her throat all the more easily. Maybe she could have even taken them both at once, squished them together and slurped away all four of their paws in one single heavy gulp. Tamara smacked her lips a few times. Both options were so very greedy. She'd only meant to have a quick snack of the virgin fox, but appetizers had a way of getting her hungrier than she began.

“Me too, ma'am?"

The lion had a way of interrupting her when she was hungrily contemplating. She didn't mind. His question put a smile on her face as she turned to him to find him awkwardly fidgeting with his tie.

“Mm. That depends. Do you [i]want[/i] to show me?"

Such things were difficult to answer. The lion gave a flustered sound that didn't amount to an answer, stepping back to tug his tie right out of his vest, at the least. It wasn't exactly a strip show, but he kept going with that, unbuttoning one by one, shrugging off layers and carefully folding them to set them atop his briefcase. His gut stuck out a little more when he was down to just an undershirt, but he didn't let that stop him. Soon he was completely topless, showing off his sturdy but somewhat neglected form, soft with age, but still a good compliment to his handsome mane. Tamara made sure he knew she was looking, visibly scanning up and down, bending her neck just to take in all his angles.

“Mmhmm. Very good. Are you going to keep going, or are you too nervous?"

“Nervous? Not the word I was thinking exactly, but ..."

He glanced around, checking to see if other mall-goers were watching. It was starting to die down by that hour. Security was nowhere in sight. At most he was going to scandalize a few late shoppers. It wasn't like he had to worry about his boss seeing him. He [i]was[/i] the boss, at least at that particular regional branch. Maybe it was alright to get his cock out for the huge, gorgeous giraffe woman because she told him to. To him, the contemplation felt like it lasted for minutes, but it wasn't more than seconds before started loosening his belt. There was plenty of time to back out if he really wanted to for how long it took him to get out of his business wear, but he carried on, steadfast and focused, until he had a bulge in his underwear standing up in front of the giraffe and her impromptu fan club.

No one was really looking at him anyway. All eyes were on Tamara, and what she might do next. The mall was all but empty. Yet they still had a few minutes before someone came along to usher them out. She could do whatever she wanted, and no one was going to interrupt. Certainly not any of her audience. The giraffe leaned in, closer and closer as if she was going for a kiss, but she didn't meet his lips. Instead, she planted a great, wet smooch on his chest, and then another, a little lower, and lower still.

Working down and around the shape of his gut, she eventually got to his bulge. It only took her a quick flick of her tongue to tug his generic underwear down. His dick was wide but not exactly long. It wasn't going to bulge her throat, but she could envelope it just fine. The lion's moan made it clear just how much the mall had emptied out by that point. It echoed. He braced himself and nearly toppled right over until he got his hands on the giraffe's shoulders, holding on tight for the ride once she started casually sucking.

Tamara took it slow. She didn't bob, she simply slipped up and down, lips tight, working her tongue around his length to squeeze and stroke as she suckled. Swallowing everything he gave her left her throat occasionally flexing. The bunnies and the hyena bumped into each other with the effort to get a better look at it. Tamara wasn't relenting. It didn't matter how much noise that dad cat made for her. She sucked him off like it was the most casual thing she could do, blowing his mind with her skills until he was ready to fall on his knees before her. But that would have meant interrupting the best blowjob he'd ever got.

“Oh, god, I've [i]never[/i] ..." he began, only to bite his lip. Comparing her to others simply wasn't polite.

That was as long as he could remain coherent anyway. He tried to grip her tighter, even to pull away, but she was latched on tight, and she wasn't slowing down. The pleasure wasn't the kind of thing a simple lion like him could handle for long. He tossed his head and ruffled up his mane a little, gave a growl that started impressive but fell short in his throat, and came in the giraffe's mouth with a cry of surprise. Tamara wasn't going anywhere. She drank it all down from the tap with loud, showy swallows, letting all her new fans hear the mighty, rhythmic [i]ulp ulp ulp[/i].

When she'd utterly drained him, she pulled off his cock with a satisfying pop and sigh. A whip of her tongue caught a glob of his spunk before it could splash on her shirt. She was doing well keeping her clothes dry up until then. Rising back up to her full sighting height, at eye level with the panting lion until he doubled over to brace himself on his knee, she loomed there while he caught his breath.

“Goddamn, you're a hell of a woman. Didn't expect my day to end with -"

That was as far as he got before his voice transformed into a surprised [i]hmmmmph[/i]. Much like the fox's own muffled exclamation, it almost sounded like a question. Did she really just dip down to engulf his entire head in her mouth at once, soaking his tidy mane down flat with all the drool soaking into that warm fluff? Was she really sucking on him, lapping at his face, and nibbling her lips down his neck to get yet more of him? Could she do that? There was certainly a murmur among the small crowd, though it was hard to say exactly what they thought of the sight. All those attractive, youthful belly attendants probably thought they were next, not someone's dad who just wandered into the scene.

It was all an impressive start, but if she was going to convince her gallery she could really do it, she had to get that cat deeper. Though far from aggressive, her first lunge and [i]glurk[/i] had a few members of her audience step back, as if they might get caught up in the swallowing too if they got too close. She listened to the murmurs and the giggles from those watching her as she gulped that maned head into her throat. It made for a sizable bulge, much bigger than the fox's for sure. Yet nothing was slowing her down as she worked away along his chunky body, slurping and suckling, tasting all the way. If anything she was just speeding up.

A nibble and a [i]nom[/i] around the base of his neck, and on she went. As solidly built as he was, he just made for more weight swelling that long giraffe neck. It didn't take her long to get him off his feet. His suit and tie were still nicely folded over his briefcase, forgotten in the midst of the sloppy swallowing process. She fit his broad shoulders and his soft chest into her mouth, and those slipped down without incident, sliding along the rivers of giraffe drool flowing freely over his body, trickling down his curved spine. He was at the same time squirming as he was faintly humping at the air, still dripping various juices after that exceptional blowjob.

Tamara continued to demonstrate that sucking prowess while she snatched that lion up into her grasp. He was heavy, but her throat was up to the task. She gulped him upwards on the slow slide to tipping back, working over his gut with some squishes of that pudge. He'd always meant to work that off someday, but in the end it just made him all the more filling a meal for a giraffe. She settled back down, testing the strength of the bench all the more once her gut started sagging with the weight of her meal, but there was still plenty more to swallow. Maybe some of her fan club wanted to help.

When the lion's legs drooped down between her lips, the cats moved in to help them along. Tamara didn't need them to push, but she appreciated the effort anyway, even if it meant a little less time spent drooling on the lion's cock. He was too sensitive after that blowjob to tease too much anyway. She flicked her tongue along it a few times, getting a flinch in return. One more toss of her head, and she got his legs pointing up instead, squirming all the more, especially when she made him grind all the way down her constricting gullet.

Tamara had to admit that lion really made her [i]drool[/i]. She was slurping her lips just to keep from dripping on her top, to no avail. All her effort, and she finally made a mess of her clothes. At least she had a change ready when she went home. For now, it was time to finish off that handsome man, working him his wriggling form down with a series of gulps that seemed to echo out in the increasingly empty mall. If she wanted to know how well her watchers took that show, it was hard to tell. The hyena's excited giggling drowned out all the other sounds. The bunnies had to catch her before she fell over with horny laughter once she really got going.

It was all the same to Tamara. She gave one more long gulp, along with a slurp of the lion's tail, soaking the tuft at the end in saliva. He went down heavy, that big cat, bulging out her belly far beyond its original prey-stuffed side. The fox had been relatively hidden in her pudge, his presence betrayed only by the digestive noises working him over. With the lion under all that fat, she had a pretty obvious prey-gut, even if it was still indistinct but for a few indents here and there. She patted it a few times, glanced around at the small crowd, and eventually shrugged and projected the resulting belch out indiscriminately towards all of them.

There were shivers and squirms in response to that, of course. She could see the way some of them were bulging their pants, or tenting their skirts in the case of one of the bunnies. The hyena's lust was visible right through her partly translucent shorts. Tamara gave a brief sniff of the air and smiled gently. She gave equal attention to each of them as she spoke.

“Mmm. I appreciate you all very much, but I think I'm really, truly full. Maybe if I was already home, I might be a little more open to getting immobile, you know?"

She spoke like she was about to apologize for [i]not[/i] eating them. Their reactions were distinct, the cats looking a little relieved, the bunnies a little disappointed, the bear shaking his head like he was breaking out of a horny trance. The hyena squirmed where she stood, visibly fighting with the urge to touch herself. She settled for a brief tease over the outline of her pussy in the front of her shorts before she pulled her hand away with a huff.

There was a moment of lingering awkwardness as they waited for some hint. Tamara wasn't going to dismiss them. She let them slowly wander off on their own, happy to see them steal a few glances at her gut on the way. It was so much louder than it had been working over just a fox. She licked her lips a few more times, yawned, but shook her head. It wasn't time to nod off in the middle of the mall. That bench wasn't going to last forever.

Instead, she stood, slowly. Hauling that much weight around was an effort, but not a debilitating one. She was a big woman. Moving in heavy steps towards the exit, she found herself tailing the hyena girl who'd been watching her so intently. All it took was taking a few slightly longer strides and she caught right up, even if it meant some extra jiggling and sloshing just so she could stand behind that cute creature.

“Looks like we're headed the same way after all. Never did catch your name, come to think of it. Or theirs." She patted her gut with a subtle smirk.

The hyena looked back with a sound almost like a chirp. Somehow, she didn't hear the giraffe approaching, caught up in her own thoughts and reflections over what she just witnessed. Tamara waited patiently, taking in the sights.

“Oh! It's Keedee. Or just Kee."

“Tamara." The giraffe nodded.

The hyena looked like she had something more to say, lips parted, eyes locked on the woman towering over her. In that silence, she took the time to look all over the blue-eyed girl starting at her so earnestly. The light layer of perspiration still clinging to those visible spots after all the exertion that came with dancing looked like it would have been positively scrumptious to lick clean off the hyena's body. She looked like such a cookie. Tamara wondered if she'd dissolve like one.

There was no need. She wasn't exactly hungry. Maybe Tamara could call her dessert. With Kee dressed in a simple, loose-fitting athletic outfit there wasn't much in way of clothing to strip off first. The giraffe bent down to take a closer look at that chocolate chip cutie, sucked on her tongue, smacked her lips, and then moved in closer. Following her own urges directed her to slide her soft lips right over the hyena's whole face at once, pressing that muzzle against her wet tongue, suppressing the resulting giggles with her deep, encompassing [i]schlummmph[/i].

She kept that hyena even quieter by slowly wrapping her tongue around her muzzle. Squeezing and dragging in her prey, Tamara could already feel her belly complaining a little. She was already full enough to satisfy, but she [i]needed[/i] that sweetie. There was so much to taste, so much to lap up, and she made sure to be thorough all the way down, lapping, slathering, smooching, sucking. When she reached down to grasp at Kee's shorts, she met the hyena's hands there. There was no need for Kee to touch herself when Tamara could do it for her.

Loosening and tugging down that garment, the giraffe massaged along the inside of the hyena's soaked thighs until she could touch and tease the puffy cunt of that delectable meal. One stroke alone along the surface of those thoroughly glazed pussy lips was enough to get the lust-drenched hyena twitching, paws slipping out from under her, muscles contracting in what very well could have been an orgasm. It certainly [i]sounded[/i] like one, squelching out, an exclamation of wetness. Tamara felt all the warmer, and all the hungrier listening to her prey squirt that hard from just a touch. She could hardly wait to get her tongue down there.

First, she needed to wrap up those curves, to lick and stroke down Kee's spine and lap up every trace of taste she could get. She curled around to dip under the hyena's top as well, pushing between her tits and generously sampling a mouthful of perspiration. For as wet as Kee already was all over, the giraffe's saliva still soaked her further, a rain of drool cascading over her form to drench her clothes translucent. Tamara had done well to keep from making such a mess until then, but that one final indulgence was simply too sweet on her tongue to contain herself.

She swallowed hard. The laughter echoed in her gullet, cackled, giggled, sometimes just snickered when the hyena grew breathless with her vocalizations on the way down the giraffe's neck. She was the squirmiest of all Tamara's meals of the day, but never in such a way that interfered with her disappearing between those lips and down that lightly bulging gullet. A snack, really. Just like the fox, along with the entree that was that handsome older lion. Tamara's gut didn't discriminate. It was already loudly churning over its occupants with every moment, sending that sound echoing up her gullet like an invitation to her spotted prey.

Shaking her head back, she plucked Keedee up off her paws in the clasp of her lips, right in front of all those glass doors that led to the dark parking lot. She wiggled her tongue down along that belly, leaving Kee's shirt all bunched up over her chest, dripping. The first sample between the hyena's glazed thighs was everything Tamara hoped it would be, and more. She licked smoothly along the curve of that tender pussy and soaked that flavour into her tongue, swallowing hard, sucking it all down. A single lick was enough to get the giggles flowing as steadily as the juices squirting from that cunt, painting Tamara's snout and cheeks in the precious taste of her desperately horny meal.

The excitement didn't drain from Keedee's muscles even after an orgasm like that. She gushed until her legs briefly slumped, dangling from the giraffe's mouth, only to kick back into action once more. Maybe she passed out for a second. It made no difference to Tamara, who subjected that delicious hyena to the same warm [i]ulp ulp ulp[/i] to completely overpower her, to dunk her deeply down that throat, to muffle all her many noises in the enveloping walls inside her.

She kept her tongue where it was for as long as she could. Curled, dipped inside that sex, sliding back and forth to lightly fuck her prey, Tamara immersed Kee in all the more of her saliva on the way, keeping her slick and smooth, matting down all that fur to make that fur glisten before it was engulfed and gone. She found herself speeding up, simply by accident. A sudden [i]homph[/i] had her lunging down Kee's thighs, finally plucking her tongue out of that grippy pussy with a pop and a writhe of her prey. Tamara needed the hyena packed away, and she didn't waste another second.

Swallowing, sucking, slurping, she still made sure to taste as much as Kee as she could before that girl was completely gone. The nimble dancer showed off her skills one last time on the way down with all those delightful wiggles. Then the last fluff of her tail vanished between the giraffe's lips and the slime shape of her body descended down Tamara's neck. A sloshing thump left the long-necked woman's belly wobbling with the new arrival atop the churning, [i]glurching[/i], slowly melting others. Tamara stood tall and strong the whole time, hands on her hips, reaching down to rub over any apparent bulges to smooth them out as best she could, just to make it easier to haul them all away.

As tempting as it might have been to show off a gut like that on public transportation, Tamara wasn't in the mood for more temptation. She was [i]full[/i], belching her way out into the night air and calling herself a cab. One that could accommodate someone of her size and weight, she was sure to specify. A quick ride home with a few glances in the rear view mirror directed her way was just what she needed. She wasn't in the mood for heavy conversation.

Getting up the front steps to her home took effort, but it wasn't nothing she couldn't handle. She belched again when she stepped through the door, after all the movement. All she had the energy for was a quick freshening up before bed before she strolled over to that mattress and stretched herself across her, splayed out, belly up and loudly gurgling away at all three of her meals. In the time that had passed, the contents had grown maybe a little less solid, a little more tightly packed and pressed into each other, but she didn't rub deep enough to feel out the details. She was too fat.

Instead, she stretched herself out to reach around that heavy gut. She wasn't especially keen on straining herself right before bed, but the faint urge compelled her to explore. The giraffe touched herself to the feeling of slowly digesting all those people. She didn't need to be vigorous, just thorough, stroking her sensitive spots even as she found herself drifting off. With her eyes closed, all she needed was to dwell on that lingering ecstasy, rubbing her fingers along the curves of a wet giraffe pussy. For all the pleasure coursing through her veins, absorbing a little more of her three-course meal every second, every plunge of her fingers, her orgasm was a modest one.

A soft squirt over her digits, a snort of delight, and a relieved sigh later, she was ready for sleep. Snoozing and snoring on her sturdy bed without an alarm in sight wasn't her best decision, but she was all about treating herself that night. A long, deep slumber was the perfect way to sleep off all that meat, softening and melting inside of her, dissolving in her juices so they could take the trip through her intestines all indiscriminately blended together. That virgin fox, that experienced lion, that eager hyena, they were all delicious, and they were all meat. The giraffe grew fatter with every minute spent digesting them down to mush, and as those minutes turned to hours her belly finally started to flatten out once more.

There was still plenty more processing to do, and that carried her through to late morning. She hadn't even remembered to draw the curtains, she realized as near-noon sunlight made her open her eyes. A few blinks, followed by a yawn, and she found herself bid good morning by her own belch. It was a brief but potent one, with one last lingering reminder of how good that trio tasted. They were all packed onto her curves in the course of one sleep, jiggling as she slowly rose, where they weren't simply solid, bulky fat. The steady rumble in her lower gut told Tamara their journey was complete.

It was a good thing she brought them home. She never could trust mall toilets at the best of times, but her own place was well-equipped for someone like her. A brief stop at the mirror along the way had her glancing up and down her silhouette. She wore them well, padding them onto her hips, her tits, and of course her gut. Her ass looked pretty damn good too, when she glanced over at the reflection of that prey-thickened backside. It was just a shame her new dress wasn't going to fit at all for a while.

With a casual stroll over to the bathroom, she hung her robe over the door so she could step up to the toilet mostly naked. It was big enough even for an even heavier giraffe ass. And it was prepared for the sheer volume she had to give it. Despite all the pressure, she started off slow and comfortable, pushing until the first log of giraffe shit came out. It was dense, packed with clumps of stained and ruined fur that could have belonged to any of her meals. Maybe it was a bit of foxy fluff, a pinch of the lion's elegant mane, or a bit of the hyena's spotty pelt, or all of the above. Similarly indistinguishable were those little traces of bones and teeth packed into the heavy waste splashing down into the bowl. For all their differences, the three were inseparable at that point.

Only the few ruined fibres and threads of clothing clearly belonged to any one of them. Kee's simple outfit was of course utterly ruined by the giraffe's digestive process, dirtied and mostly dissolved but for those stray pieces. Tamara felt the button of her shorts pop out along with some other organic pieces, stimulating her a little, making her tap a heavy hoof on the floor. It was no bother. She dumped the rest of them out without incident, aside from the occasional flush to make sure they didn't pile up too high.

It took her some time. She opened the window to let some of that midday breeze in over her face, peering out into the sun while she proceeded to shit out the rest of the digested virgin, dad, and dancer. That was the most she remembered of them by that point, but for a little trace of their tastes on her tongue. She smacked her chops a little, the memory fading in favour of the more mundane necessities of life.

Once she was finished up, she let the bidet wash her and rose to hit one final flush without a final glance. There was nothing to see but the undesirable remnants of those three digested people swirling away. She gave a soothed sigh with that weight out of her, though there were still plenty more extra pounds on her figure. Her extra curves fit into the shower just fine. There she soaked and steamed, squeezing at herself, admiring the extra pudge. It felt like there was something she was forgetting, as she stood with her head tilted back, hot water cascading down her neck and tits.

Oh! In the haze of pleasure, she'd forgotten to make a particular stop. She was going to have to take another trip to the mall that afternoon. Maybe she would even manage to stay focused that time. Or maybe she'd pick out an outfit that highlighted her new padding a little too well, and find herself with another following, another set of simply irresistible morsels all but offering themselves up to her appetite. There were just too many delicious things there, too many temptations for her wallet and waistline alike, but she wasn't about to let a little extra fat dissuade her from such a good time.