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Quincy Murress hated flying. Really hated flying. He had been terrified of flight ever since he was a kid. It usually wasn't a problem. Now it was a big one. Quincy had just been given a job with 'Colewalder and Phip Propulsion Labs' and was assigned to the new research center there. He had wanted a job like this for years. The problem lay in the fact that the new research center was on the other side of the country. A Train would take weeks, a bus was out of the question so that left a 7 hour plane trip. Quincy thought he was going to have to suffer through the crowds, the aggravation the discomfort and the fear. Oh the fear, But he found a solution.

He had arranged a method to make the trip more tolerable if not fun. Now he was pacing a men's room in the airport after being checked in and screened. He was a slender orange Vulpine with barely any fat or muscle on him. He met the stereotype of the skinny Nerd to a T. He Paced nervously hoping he would show up in time, running through scenarios on what to do if he didn't and had to make alternate arrangements or worse had to ride the plane, which would crash he knew it would. They always did when he was on board. hurtling flaming toward a gruesome death.... His anxiety ridden thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door open. He Turned to look and his anxiety ceased. He even felt a little warm and fuzzy now.

In came a large Husky. He was light grey and heavy bellied, with short hair no different in color to his furtone. He was in jeans and a plaid button up shirt that strained slightly to contain the large soft overhang of his stomach. He was average height and maybe only slightly broader of build but he had nice mass to him. He was hauling a small carry on and a garment bag. Quincy took all this in instantly as the husky looked around til he caught his gaze on Quincy. He made his way over. Quincy's heart fluttered.

" Are you Dr.Murress?" The husky asks in a pleasantly deep voice.

" Umm yes, yes i am Dr,Murress" Quincy reaches his hand out to shake. The husky's hand is big and warm as he takes Quincy's small one and firmly shakes.

" It is a pleasure to meet you, My Name is Benjamin Cawhen-Phip. I will be your travel companion i guess.Shall we? "

Instead of heading toward the gate together they head for the largest stall and enter together. Quincy's heart was pounding. He used to hate being little compared to everyone else until he was 19 and discovered he loved to feel small next to big guys. There was definitely some excitement of the type he had felt during a date, though that had not been the purpose of this encounter. Ok maybe it was, it took his mind off the fear of flight.

" Disrobe to underwear, put your clothing in this" the deep pleasant voice says. He undresses and tries not feel bashful as he romoves his hist and pants and hangs them in the garment bag. He fails as Benjamin begins unbuttoning his plaid shirt and untucking it. He has a clingy undershirt on beneath. Quincy likes what he sees and from the bulge in his underwear it is no secret. From the quick dart of his eyes Benjamin notices but says nothing.

" Uh well, do your thing. " Says Quincy with a slight excited stutter.

Benjamin grabs Quincy by the shoulders and opens his mouth, quincy has an exquisite veiw of the canine's teeth and throat as they open to take in his body. Quincy stares deeply into the dog's maw and begins breathing quickly in anticipation. Then sudden he is staring at a close mouth.

" We should try it feet first. Lay on your back with your head between my legs put your legs up at a 90 degree angle to the floor and point your toes, when you feel your feet hit the bottom of my gut pull them up to make room for the rest of you. I have Emptied my system so there should just be mucus in there."

Quincy blinks. He had forgotten to do safety checks. He made note to be more careful. He had been distracted by his attraction to this large man. He had to think about that, one of the owners of the company that ran the lab was rather attractive and he better learn not to be a fool around him. Thinking of the owner and most likely new boss another piece of information slipped into place.

" Did you say your name was Phip?" Quincy askes suddenly nervous.

" Cawhen-phip, Yes. is there a problem?" the large husky asks.

" Any relation to Stuart Phip as in Ceo of 'Colewalder and Phip Propulsion' ?"

" Uh yeah, he is my cousin, i am going to visit him. Why?"

" Oh, it is uhh... he is gonna be my new boss and stuff..." Quincy stammers out.

" Oh well, small world isn't it? Do me a favor and if you talk to him don't tell him about the vore thing, he is a little squicked by vore and he doesn't know i can do it."

" Oh, yeah sure i doubt it will come up."

" Anyway boarding is in 30 so we better get this done." The husky says.

Quincy follows his earlier instructions and lays on his back on the stall floor, he h put his head between Benjamin's legs and looks up. He had a decent view of his butt which looked like a nice one through the jeans. He stuck his leg up vertically as instructed and tried to point his toes. His ham strings were a little tight but he did as he was told. He felt warm thick hands grip his ankles. He saw Benjamin lean forward and open his mouth again. Quincy made a quick inhale of suprise and pleasure when he felt his feet slide into a soft warmth and the strong thick hands began to pull him up into it. there was a quiet slurping as the husky's wide mouth easily took his legs, the throat streching and squeezing passed his knees. Soon the meaty hands reached down and firmly, almost roughly griped his hips and pulled up. He was caually lifeted off the floor and pulled into the tight warm wetness. when his hips were within the maw, quincy had a sudden rush as he was lifted completely off the ground as Benjamin stood up.

Quincy was facing the floor as he hung from the large dog's maw from the waist. He braced his hands against the Husky's soft large stomach and was pleased at how his hands pressed into it. he didn't get to feel it long as he was grabbed by the shoulders and lifted to bring his slender vulpine body into line with the canine's throat. He Looked down at the lower jaw, which looked to be unhinged and open slightly wider then his slender body, he didn't feel any teeth as he watched himself slide in. In a moment Benjamin pulled his head fully back and began audible fast and greedy gulps. With each heavy swallow Quincy dissapeared down the throat.

He remembered to pull his legs up as his body was engulfed in sensual warm flesh. Swiftly he sank down and looked up at the right moment to see the back of the dog's teeth as he slid deeper. He Shuddered in sheer pleasure as the swallowing stopped for a moment and he saw the jaws close. He was held there in the wet darkness for a moment before the throat muscles worked and he was forced down. He slid to a stop in a tight warm environment and squirmed a little to get comfortable. After a moment he settled in. He wouldn't have to worry about the flight in here. He settled in for a pleasant trip and thought back to the first time he felt this. It was as a senior in collage, he had been 19 and through a series of awkward flirts had found himself pressed up against a tree by the linebacker of the football team. He had loved the size difference and the feel of the large bear's soft belly. He had admired it and made some comment like " i wonder how it is on the inside." The large bear slightly drunk had taken this as a request and had playfully stuffed quincy into his maw. it was scary at first but he had spent a pleasant night in there. With these wonderful memories he drifted of to sleep.

Benjamin sighed and ran his hands down across his distended gut. The small fox had settled in after some nice squirms and had gone still. Benjamin left the stall and looked at himself in the men's room mirror, His belly was defiantly full, sticking out more than usual with the slender fox huddled up inside. But still he looked within normal possible ranges of fat. He pulled the cling stretch undershirt down but it still peeked a little underneath where it hung over his belt. He decide against trying to button his shirt so let it hang open and display his largeness to the world. He enjoyed the heaviness as he walked out to the gate. He had a special procedure planed with the airline, both of the tickets, his and his passenger's would be scanned and accounted for, but the seat could be sold again since it was unfilled. He boarded, sat down in his first class seat and after some effort bucked up for takeoff. He settled back and enjoyed the sensation. His Belly was full and tried to work over it's contents but he held back his juices. The muscles contracted and squeezed slightly. he had a fair amount of privacy so he rubbed and stroked his gut in satisfaction, enjoying the heavy fullness as the plane climbed.

Traveling with a full Belly really was the best way to travel.