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Miyuki's heart skipped a beat. Waylon! How could she have forgotten? The bathroom door opened and she heard him call out, "Alright, I'm squeaky clean. Who's ready for some fun?" Silence fell. "Hello? Miyuki, where'd you go?" He paused again, "Carl, if you can hear me, give a holler." He laughed at his own joke. The rat's voice dropped. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she heard him turn and start walking down the hallway again. The door to the office was opened. She glanced at her own, still unlocked. She looked down with trepidation at her massive midsection. She hadn't really tried walking around with someone inside her before. It wasn't the weight that concerned her, Carl wasn't so heavy to her, but the way it shifted her center of gravity could be a problem. She became afraid that if she pushed off the bed she'd fall to the ground, hurting herself and Carl.

"Miyuki, you in there?" Waylon asked from the other side of the door.

"Well, Carl," she said, resigning herself to being seen in such a state, "Guess we're going to have some company." She felt him sigh and shake his head.

The door was thrown open unceremoniously. Waylon's bravado faltered. "Miyuki?"

"Hey, Waylon. So, ah...could you give a girl a hand?"

An uncomfortable silence settled in for a moment. The rat, still with damp fur and only a towel around his hips, stared at the pandaren who watched him through tired and increasingly irritated eyes.

"You're huge!" He sprinted over to her and quickly threw his hands on her belly, towel falling to the floor as he ran. "Is that Carl? If you were hungry, you should have said something, he's so stringy."

Waylon withered in her resultant gaze.

"Sorry. But...is this him?"

"Yes," she replied, meliorated. She looked down once more, hands massaging the sensitive skin. "I would appreciate it if you'd help me, now that you've barged in and seen me naked."

His eyes feasted on her beauty, as though he only just now noticed her nudity. "For someone as gorgeous as you? Certainly. What do need me to do?"

"Could you help me farther onto the bed? This is really heavy and my back is starting to get sore."

Without hesitation he leapt up onto the bed and got behind her. He placed his hands under her arms. "Ready?"

"Just a moment." She set her feet and hands. "And...now." They pushed and pulled and hauled Miyuki's bulk backwards. Once fully atop the bed, the mattress creaking under her weight, she continued to shimmy slowly to the pile of pillows that awaited her, flopping back atop them with a whoof of breath. The two began to caress the large white mound rising above the bed which contained an even whiter rat.

"He certainly seems comfortable in there," Waylon commented, testing out her skin here and there and getting a feel for how Carl was positioned inside her. His eyes started to wander to find the source of a delectable scent he noticed.

"Very much so, not a fuss out of him," she replied. Miyuki lovingly gazed down at her womb, so pleased by how full it felt, to have his weight at her core, so vulnerable to her yet so protected by her.

Waylon wasn't paying much attention. He had spotted the large wet spot on the side of the bed and followed its trail down the wet, hot folds nestled between Miyuki's legs. He leaned back to get a better look at them. "You seem a little worked up!" he observed, a mischievous grin slowly growing on his face.

"Oh, yeah," she said, craning her head over to the side to look at him passed her belly. "That happens kind of often, and after I finish," she patted her swollen midsection for emphasis, "I don't really have many options to get it taken care of."

"Ooo, you should let me!" he offered.

Miyuki watched him and contemplated the idea. She eventually nodded. "Alright, sure." She smiled. "I think it'd be nice to not end the night all hot and bothered for once."

Waylon immediately brought himself close, one hand on her knee to keep himself stable and the other following her rounded curves, fingers slipping between the smooth hairs of her muff, and reaching her dripping cunny. He gingerly traced her lips with his fingertips, and she reacted immediately, taking a shuddering breath and closing her eyes. She really was worked up...

If that was the case, he didn't want to waste any time. The rat dropped down and brought his nose up to her sex, inhaling deeply and reveling in her scent. The heat radiating from her was incredible. His tongue snaked up the length of her slit, earning her wordless approval at once.

Miyuki's toes curled as he set himself to work. It was clear to her he'd done this before, his tongue artfully caressing and teasing all it could reach. Her back tensed, trying to arch but failing to budge with Carl weighing her down. Her ecstasy mounted. How long had she no choice but to shove the desire for release to the back of her mind whenever she unbirthed someone? She was on fire, her need overwhelming her. Her paws grabbed hold of her plush breasts, kneading the soft masses in her fingers. Pleasure washed through her, emanating from her nethers and amplified by her sensitive breasts. Further, with each heavy breath the tender skin of her belly tingled as it was pulled tighter. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as she gasped, fingers gently pinching, tugging, and twisting her nipples to further send her over the edge.

Waylon was right at home, muzzle dripping with her juices, bathing in her scent and his tongue lapping up her delicious nectar. Her occasional whimper and moan spurred him on and excited him, adoring her reactions and receiving them as praise for his talents. He felt a familiar ache between his legs, and repositioned himself to please himself as he pleased Miyuki. His tail writhed in his glee of the moment. Miyuki's hips bucked as a spasm of ecstasy rocked her, pushing his nose into her. Her moans shifted to cries as she climaxed, a gush of her sweet honey bathing Waylon's face. He kept going, determined to drive her wild, as well as quickly finish himself. Miyuki's hands shot down to the sheets for something to grab hold of as she orgasmed again, her tail beating hard against the bed. He came not long behind her. His breathing became ragged, his technique broke down, and he lost control, his seed spilling onto the sheets.

The rat lifted his hand up to her knee and pulled himself up, smiling at her weakly. "There we go!" he gasped, "Got you taken care of!"

"I'll sure say," she replied in kind, placing her hands on her face as she caught her breath. She moved them and looked to him. "You got something on your face. And...did you cum on my bed?"

"Yeah, uh...should I not have?"

Miyuki pointed to a box of tissues on the nightstand next to her, easily within arm's reach. "Could've said something, you idiot." She grinned.

"Oh, whoops, sorry." He seemed genuinely remorseful. "Ah...let me clean up. I'll be back."

Waylon grabbed his towel off the floor and ran out to the bathroom. The pandaren stretched out on the bed, keeping her legs wide apart, and relaxed. She took another deep breath and looked down.

"All good in there, Carl? One for yes, two for no." She felt a light flutter and a single kiss against her womb. She laughed softly. "Good to hear," she replied with a reassuring rub. She heard some digging in the bathroom, followed by the tap in the sink being turned on. A couple minutes later Waylon returned, face damp and cleaned up and carrying his towel and the cup that normally held her toothbrush full of hot water.

"Oh, good, thank you!" she said.

"It's the least I can do," he said, cleaning up after himself.

His eyes glanced back up to the round pandaren, absentmindedly stroking her side and admiring her new appearance with pride. He almost felt a little jealous of Carl. Almost... But he had an idea.

"So, umm...you do this often?" He gestured to her belly.

"No, my first was only about a year ago, so I'm still pretty new to the whole thing."

"But you like it?"

"Oh, certainly! For a long time now I've been thinking about what I'll be doing with my life, where it'll go. I want to start a family eventually, but I'm nowhere near ready to be a mother. Still, feeling so warm and full of life...it's kind of indescribable, but it's great!"

Waylon finished his job and set the cup and towel aside where they wouldn't make a mess. He knelt next to her, between her legs, and placed his hands on her, feeling and pressing into her skin. "Ever try it with more than one person at once?"