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“So, you could still do it. If you wanted to."

Obie's words earned him a curious glance from the cow whose cock he was idly stroking. From Remy, it was more of a glare. The nervous crow was already all flustered, just being in the same room with such a big, powerful woman. He really didn't need the possum going ahead and making suggestions like that when he was all worked up. The two of them were already hard enough, slowly grinding their shafts up and down along Nia's thighs and hips. They'd made quite a mess of her shiny skin by that point.

“I left that life behind," Nia said, pointedly enough to leave the possum blushing and looking away, a bit ashamed for bringing it up. She made sure to soften her words when she continued. “Not that it isn't tempting. Especially with a pair of boys as cute as you two."

“Hey hey hey," came the crow's worried chatter. “I didn't say I volunteered. You get me into enough trouble as it is, Obie."

“Mm. Sorry. It was just a thought." The possum gave a shy smile, stroking up and down that shaft a little quicker, a little more firmly.

Nia had a glistening layer of precum on her belly, running in a slow river over the curve of that soft gut. All she really had to do was think about it a little, and she already got her belly audibly rumbling. She definitely felt [i]both[/i] of those fine boys throb against her when they heard that. She looked at Obie, and she swore she could feel the heat of his blush radiating all the way to her own cheeks. One look at Remy had the bird turning away, unable to even meet her gaze. She chuckled a little, reaching down to give the crow a little smack on his cute butt.

“Aww. Are you sure it was just a thought? You're both all horny about it. I wouldn't want to digest such cute things like you two. [i]But[/i]. Just saying. There [i]might[/i] be a way to do it without harming you in the slightest. If you're really that interested."

Remy looked afraid to even ask. He was peering at her through his scaled fingers. “... Yeah?"

She had them so hooked she knew she could have a little fun with them. As far as she was concerned, they had all the time in the world. The tavern rumbled on below, creaking and clinking with activity. She had the room for the week. There was plenty of gold left over from her bandit days. No one was going to interrupt them, most importantly.

“Mmhm. Hey. You." She reached over to tickle under the possum's chin. “I'm way too horny to settle for a handjob right now. Put your lips around it and maybe I'll tell you two more."

The pair exchanged a look. Obie's smile was hard to resist. Remy looked simultaneously worried, aroused, and furious somehow. He really was an expressive bird, especially with those shiny blue eyes of his. Yet for all his mixed emotions, he eventually gave his troublesome distant cousin a nod. Down Obie went, still stroking that cock all the way until he could instead lay a deep kiss right on the middle of Nia's balls. He wasn't about to half-ass such a thing just because he was distracted with other thoughts. First he smooched, then he sucked, working on one hefty nut at a time, slathering them up with some thorough licks, getting her taste on his tongue. He knew how to use that mouth, and Nia was huffing before he even started sucking while he worked his way up to the flared tip of her shaft.

He wasn't about to get her any dryer drooling on her like that, but at least he could clean some of the juices off her belly. It was still rumbling. She didn't even think she was that hungry, but just looking up and down that glossy grey fur, at that solid, yet slim figure, and those cute [i]thighs[/i] of his - she made sure she licked her lips loud enough the boys heard it. Her mouth was watering, but it was more than just appetite. She could feel the adrenaline entering her veins, making her muscles tense up here and there. Her body was getting her ready to [i]secure[/i] a meal like that, if the need arose. It didn't look like he was going anywhere when he so lovingly engulfed her swollen flare in his mouth and sucked his way to the medial ring in a single gulp.

“Ohhh, [i]darling[/i]," she moaned, slipping into a brief moo. “Keep that up. You've earned an explanation."

It was tempting to just sit back and enjoy the blowjob for a while. She patted him on the head, gently tugged on one of his braids, and finally cleared her throat to speak. Obie sucked her with such succulent [i]schlucks[/i] that it almost drowned out her words at first.

“So, maybe you've heard about this. I have more than one stomach in there. Takes it nice and slow. The first one is pretty much harmless. Even the second one, you'd be pretty much fine. Could probably play around in there a little while until it's time to cough you up. If you were interested in that sort of thing."

Ever cautious, Remy narrowed his eyes. “And you can just control which one we end up in? No risk of accidentally ending up deeper than we're supposed to?"

“Mmhm. I have plenty of practice." She gave him a sly look that had him looking everywhere else again. “Besides. You've got that fancy magic of yours, right?"

“It's not easy to cast if I can't focus," Remy said, very softly. He was already thinking about it.

“And you." She patted the possum on the head while he sucked her cock so dutifully. “You've got that patron of yours. Not that I [i]would[/i], but wouldn't they swoop in to save you if I tried to pull something on you?"

The crow just chortled at that. Obie's mouth was busy, so Remy answered for him. “I wouldn't count on that, exactly ..."

Slowly slipping off that cock and giving it a good kiss, the poss looked up with a slightly dazed smile. “I think she might find it funny, really."

“Hmm. Well, that's not my point." Nia shrugged. “I'm saying we could do it, and you could walk away. If you really were that interested."

Before Obie had a chance to finish, she gave him a little nudge to direct him back down on her dick. She didn't need to shove him. He knew where he needed to be. Nia gave another sigh, a bit of a snort when those lips really latched on, and reached over to play with Remy a little. She ran her finger up and down his cock - a modest thing, but far from useless - and ruffled his feathers a little. A particularly mischievous urge struck her and had her reach over to take him by the wrist, just so she could direct his hand onto her belly. It was fairly trim of late, when she hadn't been indulging her old eating habits. That made it easier for him to feel the rumbles.

She might have teased him more, but the possum was sucking her too damn good. Turning her attention back to him, she took a hold of a braid in each hand so she could tug him down just a little deeper. If anything, he was just serving her all the more eagerly after her explanation. Nia held on tight and let him do his work, admittedly impressed by how much he could swallow. He had her deep in his throat, gulping on her flare, sucking her not quite to the base, but close enough he could lightly nudge her belly with his nose. Holding her there for a few seconds, deeply kneading, he finally relented to slide slowly back in pursuit of a good gasp of air before diving back down as far as he could go.

That was what it took for her to bottom out in his pretty mouth, huffing, snorting, grunting her way to a nice fat cumshot straight down his throat. Obie went from sucking to simply swallowing, sheerly focused on drinking as much of her spunk as he possibly could. He didn't pull back for a second. Not until she was completely done draining her balls inside of him, leaving her to partly soften by the time she slipped slowly back over his tongue. He gave one last swallow of everything that had welled up in his mouth and gave her a little smile when he was done - a bit proud, a bit flirty, and still so very horny about everything she'd been telling him.

It took her a moment just to get her breath back after a blowjob like that. She sighed, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then turned her attention back to them both. Cumming was a relief, but it didn't lessen her appetite. They were both so pretty, so precious, looking at her with gleaming eyes and various flavours of nervous smile. Her belly had already been rumbling but gave an absolutely furious growl at that, as if demanding she fill up on one or both of them, even if it was only for a brief, safe time.

“Okay. So. Who's getting bellied first?" she simply said, making sure to give a nice, sultry lick over her lips for emphasis.

Remy stammered his typical objections. “W-well, I don't think either of us actually [i]agreed[/i] to the hypothetical situation we were discussing, it was all just a bit of kinky talk and ..."

Obie leaned over to give the bird a playful push. “Come on, birdy. I can see how hard you are!"

“Just because I'm thinking about it doesn't mean I'm [i]committed[/i] ..."

The possum laughed. “Well, you can watch me do it, and see what you think then. [i]Someone[/i] has to rub her belly, right?"

“I like how you think." Nia reached out for his shoulders. The urge to just grab him right then and there and shove him down was strong, but she tempered it into just gently grasping him. “Come here, snack."

“Not even dinner?" Obie feigned a pout, but he couldn't keep up the act for long when the cow was so hungrily drawing him in, sitting up to press him against her belly, looming ever closer to that forbidden kiss.

Nia indeed started with a smooch, one she made deeper and deeper with each second. She could taste a little of herself on Obie's lips. Mostly, she got his flavour, especially when she drew back to lap at his face in long, ultra-slow strokes of her broad tongue. She made an absolute mess of him, soaking him and smearing his fur down flat, flipping a lock of his hair off to the side. A few smacks of her lips to reflect on everything she'd just sampled, and she found herself drooling. There was no keeping it back anymore. She let little stands of saliva run from her lips and down her chin, thicker for every inch she got closer to that handsome face. There was nothing she needed more than to eat Obie, even if only for a short time.

Engulfing him in a smooth, warm embrace of lips, tongue, and mouth all at once brought a nice moan from him. Maybe even a little screech too, when he couldn't contain his excitement. It was mercifully muffled by the grip of a soft bovine maw wrapped all snug around his features. She sucked her way down his pointed muzzle with the same sort of expertise he'd shown her cock. She owed him that much. A curl of her tongue under his chin and along his throat let her feel those rapid, excited breaths. She already knew how much he was enjoying her treatment. The throb of his shaft sliding against her middle, slowly up towards her breasts as she nibbled her way down already told her as much.

Nia kept her attention fully on her prey but for a mere few seconds she spent shifting her gaze to the side just to give Remy a good stare. If that nervous wizard was going to interfere, that was the moment, with the possum's head fully engulfed in her mouth, ready for gulping. The crow could have been a statue, as far as she could tell. She had no idea if that meant he was enjoying the show or not, but at least he wasn't going anywhere. There were going to be no interruptions, from prey or observer alike.

Maybe just a little faster. Nia was trying to savour her temporary meal, but hunger drove her to shove him in just a little. Once she got her hands on his butt, it was too easy to grab and push. Giving him the first big gulp, tucking his head into her throat and further silencing his silly little sounds got all the more rumbling from her stomachs below. She knew what she really wanted. Holding him inside her for a little while was going to feel good, but the deepest, most gurgly reaches of her gut were longing for him. It wasn't betraying his trust or no longer having such a cute thing to hang around with that helped her talk herself out of such temptations. Mostly, it was thinking about how much weight he'd end up adding to her figure. She really wasn't in the mood to start working off a meal like him again.

Taking a moment to breathe before she overtook his shoulders, Nia soon found her old techniques coming back to her. She was out of practice, but she'd swallowed bigger prey than Obie, and those ones were usually squirming too. He was doing plenty of that, but never in the uncooperative way. She made sure to get all the more his delightful wriggles just by running her tongue over every detail she could find, whether it meant teasing his chest, or slowly working down along his own belly. Her clutching grip kept him grinding on her all the way up towards her chops, sometimes simply sliding along against her skin, sometimes unable to help a little humping. Nia didn't mind him making a mess of her. She wanted even more.

When she had him comfortably halfway down her throat, she curled her tongue between his thighs to make him stop excitedly rubbing them together. A quick swipe across his cock was already enough to make him kick out and stiffen, spurting an impressive streak of juices right down her chest. He wasn't even cumming yet, just dripping with anticipation, pent up to aching. She'd been too greedy to finish him off after he gave her such a good suck, but she was going to make up for it. A few more smooth, slathering licks, and she got him trembling, tensing, curling his toes and tail alike just for her. His whimpers were all but completely silent in the gullet wrapped around his face.

His squirming was manageable until then. She had to grab his legs to keep him from kicking too much. Not for the worry of him slipping free - he was already in far too deep to pull himself back out without her help. Mostly she didn't want him to accidentally knock out her next meal. As much as he denied it, she knew that crow was absolutely transfixed by the thought of ending up in her belly. She could think about him in a moment. First, she sat back, planting herself down so she could enjoy the cascade of cum pouring down her chest, splattering her breasts and belly alike once she managed to milk Obie with just a few good slurps.

She was simply too ravenous for him. The hungry cow didn't even wait for her prey to stop cumming before she engulfed his cock, sliding it along her tongue to ease towards the back of her throat. She gulped some of his spunk while she overtook his hips, sucking on him just a little more. Any more and she was going to overstimulate him. She felt him slumping down in her jaws, completely drained, submitting to her appetite. A distant belly roared for him, but her first one remained largely dormant. He was inching towards it with every gulp she gave along his thighs, working towards his toes, overpowering those intensifying squirms.

There was nothing left to do but tilt her head back with a toss of her hair and a flop of her ears, and give along, slurping, satisfying [i]mmmmmgulp[/i] that was as much a moan as it was a swallow. Disappearing that possum from the outside world sent the bulge of his form descending until he thumped down firmly in her first gut, caught up and clutched tight from all sides. He fit right in, despite the stretching. The outline was pretty clearly a person, if not specifically a possum. One good belch from the cow ringing through the room later, and Nia was in need of a belly rubber.

All she really needed to do was nod to Remy, and she seemed to awaken him. He blinked a hundred times or so, shook his head, and clicked his beak a few times. A soft, low croak escaped him, not quite a caw. His eyes were on that bulge. Obie was squirming around in there plenty, but mostly just so he could rub himself, turned on all over again just to be snuggled down inside the cow. He wasn't in any visible distress. Nia really was good for her word. At most, the walls lightly kneaded him, massaging him for the duration of his stay within the body of the predatory cow.

“Well, that's enough sitting there for you, bird boy. Get over here," she teased him, and it didn't take him long to comply.

“Where should I ..." he began, but decided to just figure it out for himself.

Soon, he was kneeling in front of her, with her cock towering over his own. She simply watched him just to see how long it would take for him to figure it out. Seeing that little glint of magic dancing between his fingers made her arch a brow for a moment, but it was nothing to worry about. A little spell, and she could feel some delightful tingles spreading over her belly when he started properly rubbing. He wasn't shy about it. Maybe he was too frail to get truly firm with it, but he pressed deep enough to give Nia and Obie a massage all at once.

“See? I could keep him in there for as long as I want. Feel how much he's squirming in there? I can feel him moaning." Nia leaned into the huskier tones of her voice just to make her teasing all the more entrancing for the crow kneading her prey-filled gut.

“But you'll still let him out ..." Remy said, sort of a question.

“Easy. Just a little cough. You learn how to control these things when you've eaten enough people." She winked at him. “So. Are you going to just rub your dick against mine or do you want to fuck my cock while you rub my belly?"

“Oh!" That earned a surprised caw. “You mean ... you didn't mean to say ...?"

His confusion was adorable. Nia gave him a smile and sat up a little more, pointing her blunt cock at his own belly. “You heard me right. I think you should stick yours in mine. No offense, but I'm pretty sure the size will work."

“Ohhh." Remy looked down, for a brief time not distracted by her middle. “Okay, so I should just ..."

Equally amusing was watching him try to orient himself and find the right position. She made it easy for him, gripping her shaft and holding it out, flare flexing, broad slit giving a juicy yawn. The crow found the spot soon enough, face to face with the stuffed cow as he pushed, prodded, and then slowly sank his cock right down her own. She completely swallowed his girth with her own, lightly bulging once he bottomed out, balls-deep in cow cock, throbbing right along with her. He didn't even have to fuck for her to start milking him, getting squeezed on with every pulse of her own excitement, his balls nestled snugly against the tip of her shaft.

“That's it. Just roll your hips. Go slow. Won't take much," she said, gently.

Remy quickly saw what she meant. Just one smooth, slow thrust [i]schlicking[/i] in and out of her soaking cock left him trembling. He took his hands off her gut for a second just to clasp them together timidly, squawking out when he wasn't simply murmuring in pleasure. Such cute noises he made, whimpering, mumbling something incoherent, giving little gasps when she squeezed him just right. She could tell it was rare he ever did any sort of thrusting at all. Every stroke of his hips was so awkward and uncoordinated, but it felt good for them both all the same. She was getting tighter around his every inch.

Soon, he simply had to hold onto something, so it might as well have been her belly. She still had Obie all snug in that dark chamber, wrapped up in that soft hammock, getting slowly squeezed. He had no complaints. Remy could finally relax, knowing it wasn't some big trick. He leaned in, cawed out, and finally just closed his eyes to let the pleasure flow. Pumping just a little higher in a burst of confidence - relatively speaking for him - and fucking that cock a little harder, he soon bottomed out with his cute balls nestled tight to Nia's flare, flexing right along with her whole cock.

She didn't even tell him he could cum down her dick, but of course she didn't mind. He couldn't hold it back. A toss of his head left his hair draped over most of his face while he moaned his way through a climax that had him draining his nuts right into her own. For as modest as he was, he still gave her a good-sized cumshot. Maybe that was a little more of that magic of his. Or she just got him achingly worked up. She pumped her dick around his inserted inches until his twitches weren't producing anything else. Maybe she could have squeezed a little longer just to tease, but he already looked ready to collapse.

Instead, she did her best to relax. It wasn't easy. Having someone inside her belly again after so long had a way of getting her worked up, and her balls sloshing with a little extra cum left her eyeing the shiny bird up and down. Even from the front, those broad hips gave her a good sense of what a cute butt he had. She waited until he could slowly [i]schlurrrrrp[/i] back out of her cock and sat back, throbbing, watching him, ready to strike. With a boy that suggestible, she didn't have to shove or push in the slightest. All it took was offering her hand, and he took it, ready to be guided anywhere she wanted him.

“I know you just came really hard, but I'm pretty sure you won't mind if I pin you down and fuck you with my belly on your back, right?" She spoke it as casually as she could, grinning as she watched that birdy face melt into an expression of pure submissive bliss.

Remy looked as good as mesmerized. He definitely wasn't going to give her an answer. She was free to drag him down, to switch positions with him and shove him down on his face, tailfeathers reflexively up for her. She loomed over him a moment, belly jostling around with her movement once she was on her hooves again. Obie got rattled around in there, if not quite sloshed. It was all in service of her stretching out and covering the bird in her bulk, with her prey-bulge pressed right against back from hips to shoulders, and her own stiff shaft slipping between his smooth-downed cheeks. The first prod to that taut little hole got a cute [i]squwark[/i] from his beak, but she wasn't stopping. He was soft, warm, and easily stretched around even a dick as big as hers - far more experienced than his worried demeanour implied.

Having that gut pressed against him, feeling every little motion, every little ripple and clench had him squirming more than Obie did. Having that thick cow cock stuffed inside him probably helped. Nia at least made sure not to get [i]too[/i] rough with him once she started swinging her hips, especially with so much extra weight inside her. She didn't want to crush the cute birdy, just fuck him a little stupid. A wizard like him had plenty of intelligence to spare, surely. She sank in deep, much deeper than she ever thought that trim thing could accommodate, touched his perky butt with her balls, and started inelegantly humping.

The crow's moans - croaky, squwarky things they were - mostly drowned out the rise in belly activity that came with Nia getting lost in the pleasure of a nice, tight rump. Whether she forgot to focus on her prey and keep things under control, or she just didn't care really wasn't clear. She fucked Remy slowly, firmly, squeezing him close to her, letting him feel every rising rumble of her gut. The [i]plaps[/i] of balls to feathered rump further distracted from the more ominous gurgling going on just beneath the surface of that pudgy belly. Obie started to move a little more - first just pushing against the walls that were closing on him with his hands, then his feet when that wasn't enough to calm them down. They were really squeezing him.

Remy could feel those movements when the swallowed possum was pressed so very close to him. He tried to take a moment to raise a hand, but that just got him shoved down on his face by Nia's thrusts. Instead, he attempted to voice his concern, but simply found himself groaning out as that cock nestled deep within him, stretching him, making a bulge in his belly, massaging all the most tender places inside him. His cock was stiff against the outline of Nia's own, grinding against it while she fucked him. Surely Obie was okay - he didn't seem to be panicking, just a bit uncomfortable. At least until Remy felt that sudden, huge shift in his position.

The possum descended suddenly, sucked down to the bottom of Nia's first stomach and pulled into the next one, ass-first. He wiggled his hands and feet as they got slurped through last, his voice extra muffled as he settled deeper into the hungry cow, to be greeted by a chamber far more aggressive than the first. That one was churning. The air was harsh, and the sloshing fluids at the bottom were already tingling him as he splashed into them. Soon there was a whimper from within Nia - not of pain, but of concern, especially as the roiling juices began to slowly weaken the captive prey inside her.

“I don't ..." Remy managed to gasp out between heavy thumps to his backside. He took a deep breath and continued. “Are you sure he's okay in there? It sounds like things are getting active."

The cow didn't immediately respond. Her whole body language changed in response to the new position for her prey. She'd just been holding him. One stomach later, and she had actually [i]eaten[/i] him. The pleasure was evident coursing through her body, making muscles flex and spasm, making her snort out and let out a bovine rumble with her eyes shut tight. She gripped him closer, really pressing him up against that gut bulge, letting him feel every single writhe from the possum. Her breath was hot and rapid on the back of his head, wet too once she let her tongue hang out a little, drooling on the bird. It always, [i]always[/i] felt so damn good to devour someone. Especially someone so cute.

“Oh, it's - [i]nnnnf[/i] - no big deal." Nia was fucking faster and faster, driving Remy down into the cheap tavern bed, making it creak and tilt over to the side a little. “I'm just making a little room."

The crow's voice came surprisingly clearly in the midst of getting pumped like that. Anxiety had a way of making him focus. “Making room for [i]what?[/i]"

Nia didn't bother with any further explanation. She wasn't about to give the wizard a chance to teleport away, or hit her with some sort of charm. Instead, she opened wide, and descended. A bird that small was easy to overtake in a single chomp, wrapping his entire head in her slobbery maw. He was every bit as tasty as the possum. Smoother, softer, and ever so sleek going down. She started gulping him immediately, securing his hands in a tight grip while she did so. There was no concentrating on even the simplest of magic when he was getting swallowed whole. Remy was on his way into that newly empty first stomach.

She didn't stop fucking him in the middle of eating him. Slipping into a rapid, messy pace in an attempt to finish before she had to pull out, she soon got her wish when she nestled her balls against the back of Remy's own and drained a heavy cumshot deep into his belly. What she didn't expect was the crow's own balls to get all tight and start pumping for her while she filled him up. Such an impressive cumshot too, spurting all over himself on the way into the cow's jaws. She slurped it off his feathers, or even wore some of it on her own face while she tipped him upwards to send him on the long slide down into the dark. Those wide, girly hips were the only thing that gave her pause on her way down his form, slurping him right off her cock, leaving him to leak all the way to her lips in the course of one last gulp.

One more satisfying swallow, and she was absolutely stuffed. There was room enough in each stomach for those boys, but a second helping like that left her barely able to cradle her gut in both hands. A huge blast of a belch, a roar of an [i]URRRRALP[/i] shook the room plenty, but it didn't help much. She rolled back on the bed and gave her captives some pats. They really were squirming at that point - Remy in objection to being eaten at all, Obie as he was slowly, yet actively digested whole. It was gradual enough to keep from being too uncomfortable, at least. Fully digesting them both was going to take days.

“Ahhh. Mm. Sorry, you two. I wasn't [i]going[/i] to keep you like this, but you are both just so [i]good[/i]. I had to claim you. Old habits and all that, you know? I promise this isn't really going to hurt. Maybe a little itchy now and then when it really gets going?"

She patted the shape of the possum, tucked deeper into her belly beneath the bird.

“I'll take it nice and slow. You don't have to do anything at all. Though - if you keep squirming like that, I'd really enjoy it."

Even if they both knew that wriggling around in there was doing nothing but make the cow feel good, they didn't stop. Nothing they did impeded Nia's ability to scoot back on the bed and get comfy on the pillows. The digestive process was still in its more boring stage, so she was content to take a short nap, especially after some good sex like that. She closed her eyes and let herself slowly drift, soon snoring nearly as loudly as her belly gurgled. Remy got himself kneaded nice and soft by that first gut the whole time, and Obie slowly gurgled, half-immersed in juices.

A few hours of that, ignoring the protests of her meals as she peacefully dreamt, and Nia woke up with a little snort when her cock whapped her belly hard enough. She blinked and looked down at it as best she could around the shape of her belly. Not only was she achingly stiff, but her balls were swollen up with the pressure of all that extra cum Obie was helping her make. She'd already digested enough of him to make for a load that heavy. Taking care of that was going to have to wait a little longer. It was time to give him a little help on his journey.

Nia knew exactly where to push and squeeze to gently urge her prey along before her body did it on its own. She could hardly wait to start digesting Remy too, and so Obie had to continue on deeper into her body. He was soft and easily squished under her touch, but still relatively whole. As long as she was careful, she wouldn't break him apart just yet. Slowly, cautiously, she urged her softened prey along until she felt him slip down into an even harsher chamber. The parts of him that were already liquid trickled down along with the squirming, solid centre, and she sighed.

Newly vacated, that second belly was ready for Remy, and the first pushed the crow there all on its own. The bird was nicely softened after his long visit in there, and exhausted too. He panted and squawked as she started the process of digesting those silky feathers off his body, leaving him simmering in the juices made all the thicker by what she'd already melted off Obie's form. A nod of her head, and Nia was ready to wrap her hands around her cock again, stroking with both hands just to release the pressure that came with all that extra predatory production.

“Yeesh. You boys are going to be a [i]lot[/i] of spunk, aren't you? Not to mention all the fat. And the milk. Well, I can sell the last one, at least."

She sighed her way through a rudimentary self-pleasure session. At first it was just a matter of relieving the tension, though the more Remy squirmed as the juices began to eat away at him, the more excited she got. She did her best to picture what they might have looked like in there by then - leaving out some of the more graphic details she didn't care to think about, anyway. That was exactly what sent her over the edge again, into a heavy, hard cumshot that had her mooing and splattering herself from horns to belly. She dripped in stuff for a time, watching it roll over the swell of her gut before she finally decided to lumber up from the bed and draw herself a bath before she made too much of a mess.

The week rolled by slowly. She was already lethargic when she was digesting a single person. Two was a bit of an overindulgence, but she made sure to take care of herself. There was no need to eat anything else while she slowly digested them both, though she did pour some tavern drinks on them now and then, faintly apologizing as she did. Other times, she took to milking out the cum they helped her make as she absorbed them, bit by bit. Later on, she even got her pumps out and collected some of that fresh milk leaking from her tits.

A day or two in her third belly was what it took to finally break Obie fully down. There was nothing particularly special about the moment. She simply felt him squirming more and more weakly, and then the walls of her third stomach shifted, and she felt whatever part of him was still solid give in under the pressure. Nothing but sloshing, sludged, melted poss and bones remained of him, simmering away in the dark of the cow's stomach. It was time for her to push him along into her fourth one, to break down the very last of his solid, unrecognizable bits, and absorb everything she could for him.

Remy sank slowly into her third gut after him, weakened and dazed, barely writhing. He didn't last nearly as long. She felt him and his soft bones getting squeezed down to join Obie in her fourth belly by the end of the fourth night. Those boys were finally reunited after that long, noisy process, ready to be stripped down to the bone and sent further along into the cow's intestines. Nia could feel herself fattening up, she swore. She took to squeezing around her curves, feeling the extra softness there, pinching the layers they added to her while they wound through towards the end of their tour of the bovine's digestive system.

Nia's whole body tingled with a radiating, almost euphoric sense of satisfaction when she had fully claimed that pair. They went down so easily, and they were so much more satisfying than the less refined previous meals of past indulgences. She licked her lips at the memory of them while they stewed within her darkest reaches, feeling the very last of them get absorbed into her body for keeps. Everything she could use, at least.

She was grateful it was the middle of the night when she stepped out into the hall to head towards the privy. That room was going to stay occupied for a while. Glancing left and right to make sure no one was coming, she closed the door and settled herself down on the seat. It was built for big adventuring types like her, so the extra weight was no worry. All she had to do was lean back, relax, and give a sigh of relief once she started releasing the pressure. Her ears went up and she let out a snort of admittedly pleasure once she truly started to squeeze out the thick, bone-flecked waste that used to be Obie and Remy alike.

Somehow Nia doubted that either of them planned on ending up having a big cow shit them out when they entered the tavern nearly a week ago. Or maybe they did. It was surprisingly easy to make them drop their guard and trust her. She still liked to think she didn't actually [i]plan[/i] to eat them on sight, though she probably should have known her own appetites would catch up with her. Such precious things, soft, pretty, and warm, and they were just a pile of waste somewhere deep in the city's sewers for her to forget about once her body was done with them. It took plenty of energy for a cow just to process that much meat, but in the end there was hardly a trace of them.

A few feathers stuck out of one particularly solid piece of cow shit, followed by one made ticklish by the clumps of Obie's ruined hair. The binding ribbon from the possum's braids was embedded there along with a few bones that somewhat survived the process. Those were mostly broken down and softened but for a few specks, turning the last quarter of that satisfying dump rather chalky. It was all the same to Nia. She worked until she was done with them, and with one more sigh found herself ready to get back to her retirement.

As much as she liked to think that was the last one, the last big indulgence like that, she knew it never would be. It felt too damn good to digest people, to send them on that unique, squishy, sloshing, four-stage journey through her body. The added fat jiggling with every thump of her hooves back down the hall was mildly annoying, but she knew how useful it could be. There was always a certain type who saw a heavyset cow like her and simply couldn't resist. And even if they didn't know they needed to be her prey, she had ways of showing them.