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Jacob adjusted his glasses, knocked slightly askew by the sudden shove to his hefty gut as he stepped out of the public bathroom, just a few doors down from the lecture hall he'd just left.. The massive bull was entirely unmoved by the force, having several feet and hundreds of pounds upon his assailant. She was a dark-furred pantheress, and a quick glance had him recognizing her from one of his classes.

"Is there something I can do for you, Mira?"

Her hands were both firmly planted on his gut, squishing deeply into his padding but doing absolutely nothing to move him in any particular direction. She was no weakling, but even as her feet skidded across the floor she made no progress. When she didn't answer, he asked another question.

"What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"

"Shh. Don't ask questions. I'm seducing you." There was no hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Well, I might say you are taking an interesting approach to your intended goal." He glanced behind him, where the door was still swinging. "Perhaps you hope we might step back into the relative privacy of the bathroom?"

"That's the plan."

"And I suppose you hope this because you hope we might engage in something together?"

"That's why you're the professor around here." She grinned up at him, still pointlessly shoving.

"Would you happen to have been put up to this by someone? Dared, even?" He smirked back, loosening his striped tie.

"Nope. All I know is I heard you were an 'experience'. That's the word they used. So I dared myself. I bet I can take it."

"I've never been the betting type. But very well then. Consider your seduction successful."

She rumbled. "Oh, good! So, do we just-"

She was cut off with a gasp of her own making when he took a mighty grasp of her shoulders and arms alike, yanking her up against his generous bulk, through the door, and out of sight. The only sign that two people were there a moment ago was the slap of the door thumping back and forth past the frame until it slowed to a close.

Within, Mira got an intimate demonstration of just how much strength there was in the muscles beneath the bull's thickly layered fat. She was suspended off her feet, clasped tightly in his grip, seemingly without any effort at all. A wiggle of her toes, and she couldn't feel the floor beneath her. She was purring for him, powerfully. He could feel it in his fingers.

His professorial outfit didn't exactly lend well to swift undressing, but he could make do. A loosened tie, a few opened buttons beneath his vest, and an unbuckled belt. Mira's feline dexterity took over for the last step, reaching up with paws rather than hands, nimbly unzipping him with her toes. She went right for her target, pressing the pleasantly smooth pads of her paws to the great big slab of bull meat that dropped softly into sight, filling under her unique attention.

That was enough to provoke at least a snort from him, which put a satisfied grin on her face. She continued fondling him with toes and pads alike, bouncing his great fat balls above as she freed them from those fitted slacks, leaving them bouncing a moment. They were enormous, especially to her, and she delighted in bobbing them around with baps of her toes while that hulking bull cock filled out to an even more intimidating size just above. When that wasn't enough to satisfy her, she pressed deep and firm against their smooth skin, caressing her feet up and down each one, massaging his oversized nuts with drags of her silky pads, up and down, jostling his sack with each motion.

Mira almost even got a word in during the calm moment. She got as far as parting her lips, before she was stolen along into the biggest stall, the door not quite closing behind the bull's back. She was forcefully pinned to the (thankfully immaculate) wall just hard enough to make her yelp. Or mewl, really. A soft, kittenish sound that perfectly stated just how she felt there squished against the muscle and fat of the massive bull.

In class, he was so very soft-spoken. Polite to a fault. From the distance of a few rows back, it was almost easy to forget how big he was, too. But trapped there, his hands clutching her wrists, spreading her arms wide and making her puff out her ample chest... she couldn't believe just how massive he was. Strength, padding, and just a general wide build all packed together into a bovine she was pretty sure could have put her through the wall should he so wish.

That might very well have proved a reality as he actually started pressing up against her. She got even more deeply embedded to his fat and thickness. There was nothing else to really do but to slip her thighs around his hips, which meant spreading them broadly apart given his width. She was still clothed, albeit lazily, in a black halter top that hung loosely from her shoulders, one strap slipping down her arm, and a pair of rump-hugging yoga pants. Nothing was exposed to him yet, but that didn't stop him from going ahead and taking liberties with her curves.

A good look at the heaving spire of bull meat looming close gave her second thoughts for a moment. Sure she was thicker than other girls like her, but she was no cow. He rubbed it against the slight squish of her belly, and up near the rise of her heavy breasts, giving her a greedy grind right through the thin clothing. Above, he merged his dual grip on her wrists, wrapping them both in a single hold and letting her dangle there, pinned and smothered in bovine heft.

That of course freed the other hand to feel over her midnight-toned curves. Her fur was soft, warm, and she had just the right kind of padding that he could pinch a little here and there, on her belly, her hips, before working down to take a handful of her butt. A juicy feline, for certain. Not quite pudgy but tantalizingly thick. He smooched her sweet-smelling hair, between flattened ears, and then tucked two thick fingers into her waistband.

"No regrets, Miss Morahan?" he calmly asked her, peering over lowered glasses.

"None yet," she huffed, not exactly out of breath as just breathing deeper than usual. It put a potent dose of bull musk into her nose, which contributed to an increasing gloss over those violet eyes.

He knew such a look. It meant a similar haze was spreading through her thoughts, silencing her inhibitions and letting simple carnal desire speak louder. Those thoughts would be screaming, soon enough.

Delving his fingers deeper revealed the glistening folds of her waiting sex. She was needy already, dripping copiously enough that the fur around those sweetly puffed lips was matted and smeared. He caught a huff of her pheromones, broadcasting her need in a heated scent that did a fine job crossing the species barrier to make the big bull snort.

Another time, and he might have dug deep between her thighs, scooped away all that luscious taste until her folds and fur were shining with nothing but his saliva. He was sure the taste would be heavenly, on a silky black cat like her. But given their present confined circumstances, there was only once course of action when a purring feline revealed her desires that way.

He started gentle. Took his time introducing the tip of his thrumming prick to Mira's dripping pussy, spreading a thorough glaze of her own fluids over smooth pink skin of the bull's cock. She moaned out, an extended, rowling feline noise that would have proven difficult to resist were he not already getting hot and humid with her. That bass-boosted sound mixed with the contralto squelch of soaked lips spreading for a massive member like his.

With a resounding groan of pleasure, he started easing forth, rubbing, grinding, savouring every last sensation of slipping slowly inside her. Letting her adjust to his imposing girth as it stretched her pussy to a broad gape, inch by inch. Never quite an uncomfortable one, as long as he gave her time to get used to it. He heard a few whimpers out of her, but never quite pained so much as simply surprised at just how big it really was. It was one thing to look at it, play with it. Actually feeling it sliding slickly over her more intimate depths was an experience like no other.

At risk of ruining the intensity of the moment, he paused and spoke in that deep, comfortingly even voice of his. "Doing alright down there?"

Her response was a wordless vocalization from somewhere deep in her chest. It sounded something like 'rrrrrrrruhhhhhllll'. Jacob softly smiled and nodded.

Once he was as deep inside her as he could comfortably go, he drew back, slowly. Gazing into her eyes all the way as her pussy suckled around his cock, wetter with each moment he was within her tight depths. When he was nearly out of her, and her fluids dribbled in strands down his dick, he drew up tight, flexing his beefy muscles, and plunged forth in a pounding thrust that tested the integrity of the wall behind them.

She snarled at him, that seductive feline growl, showing off fangs and teeth. Vicious and yet not exactly aggressive. Just horny. Pleasured. She liked that. And so, with a growing rumble of his own that became a huffing grunt, he started to pump her hungry sex with a little more power each time. She braced herself held on tight, squeezing her thighs around him as best she could and simply spreading her self wide to accept every inch of bullcock her body could.

First it simply a powerful slide into her. Then a quick pistoning, that went right along with his huffing, snorting breath down on her. Hot and heavy. Purely male. A breeding bull, or so it felt like. Her toes and fingers curled as he started to really fuck her, gaining chugging momentum as he huffed like an old train. Never quite rough, not trying to hurt her. Just giving it to her hard, deep, and absolutely unrelenting.

The smack-smack sound of his fat balls spanking her ass and inner thighs partly drowned out her growing whimper. Just a tiny cute mewl, a little lost kitten noise as he wrecked her with that pounding force. A far cry from the impressive feline snarl mere seconds before. She let her jaw fall open and her tongue slide out over her lower teeth. Her eyes crossed, blurred, and simply began to roll back after a time, revealing white in place of violet. She curled her toes, her fingers, and slapped her tail against the wall behind her in rhythm to his overwhelming drumbeat of fucking her slick, sopping sex.

When he felt her tightening to a near vice-clamp around his dick, he knew not to stop. Her desperate yowls didn't need to tell him that, and they were nearly piercing in their pitch. If anyone had wandered into the very much public bathroom during their session, it would have been terribly obvious what they were up to. But he probably wouldn't even have heard them over all the noise.

He responded with a heated groan, building to a bellow as he slammed her and forced her to finish. Ramming the orgasm out of her as her thighs squeezed him like a snake. There was a lot of power in that cat when she got going. But shortly it wouldn't matter, as her body twitched, shook, jolted and humped forth, all along with a rowling, rumbling climax that saw her squirting thick feminine juices over his shaft, his sack, and his big fat gut, soaking into his clothing with that sweet female scent.

With that messy milestone already established, he was free cum as hard as he liked. That bellow was resonating through the bathroom and beyond, and she simply flopped her head down with eyes shut tight as he flooded her womb in instants with the sudden rush of his seed. It was less a second he was gushing that potent white cum that it was flowing freely down her thighs and even tracing the length of her dangling tail as he gushed out of her towards the floor. The heat between them rose even higher, to a sweating, panting haze, and he pumped her over and over, jiggling her from breasts to belly as he unloaded his balls inside of her squirting pussy.

He felt her thighs slipping down his hips, her body as a whole simply slumping as she gave in to pleasure, and the noise she made was half purr and half just gurgle. Her eyes were completely out of focus, and her head flopped to the side a moment. Maybe she passed out for that moment, but she was blinking and staring blankly at him again soon enough. A few last bucks into her shook her head to curling toes, and emptied the last drops from his fat nuts.

Mira didn't quite return to her feet, still caught up in his unbreakable grip. She cast him a look of disbelief as she rumbled through the afterglow, feeling all those tingles running up and down to the tips of her toes and tail. As if to ask, just what am I supposed to do now? She was a slightly swollen mess and she was pretty sure her legs wouldn't work to walk her out of there anyway.

It took a simple change of expression from him to let her know she didn't need to worry about that. Just a look down his nose and a smile on his lips. A certain glare right into her eyes that told her exactly what he intended for her and all her soft curves. The rumble his belly gave was nearly perfectly timed. There wouldn't be any need for her to walk out of there. He was going to carry her himself.

There was always such a flood of feelings and instincts when he opened up his jaws before his chosen prey. Mira was no different. She was still a big cat, somewhere beneath it all, and though the titan clutching her was supposedly herbivorous, his soon gaping maw that dabbed saliva over flat teeth spoke otherwise. The cumulation of her racing fight-or-flight instinct was to simply stare as his hot breath came closer and then became all she knew.

He started the process of eating the pantheress with a warm slurp along her face, but he hardly gave time for her to respond before she was immersed in his mouth, behind pearly teeth and thick bovine lips. With her hair splayed all over and plenty of her flavour there for him to indulge in, he gave her a slow suck, squeezing lips tight about her throat and treating her like a lollipop for a time. Perhaps in other circumstances he might have asked about her shampoo of choice.

Her clothing wasn't too heavy, but digestion was easier with a belly full of no more than meat alone. So he tucked his fingers into her top, and began to tug. It certainly wasn't going over her head, what with her head already very much inside him, so instead he simply tore it from her body. Little shreds rained down to the floor along with two halves of the ruined garment. He repeated it with her bra, and soon groped down to her lowered pants to ruin them as well. Her panties, he left around her thighs, still soaked with juices. They wouldn't give him any trouble.

As she nakedly wriggled farther up against his gut, his cock finally flopped sloppily from her depths. All that pent up pressure meant she squirted once more, not an orgasm this time so much as just a messy release that left heavy gobs of bull cum splattering to the floor atop the shreds of clothing. She writhed as he left her pussy, rubbing her thighs together and just as wet as she was before even with her blissful release.

Jacob hated to make such a mess in a public space but he permitted himself the indulgence. Just as long as it wasn't too often. For the sake of his waistline just as much as decency. The darkly spotted cat wasn't yet in his belly, but tasting over her now bare fur and massaging the plush padding she wore on her elegant feline body told him she would surely prove a satisfying meal. Filling, and then fattening, once he was done with her.

He inched her forth with two hands on her cushy ass, in no particular rush but feeling hunger burning hotter the longer his senses were filled with her rich taste. Such a sweet and sultry cat she was. The sensation of her in his gut was going to be heavenly. He tossed his head and gave a shove to her, starting to actually swallow her with practised elegance. Not even a flinch as he stuffed his gullet full of writhing, moaning prey. Just the steady constriction of peristalsis tugging at her muzzle to direct her face-first towards her gurgling destination below.

Though a pleasured moan spilled from her, muffled in his throat, he still felt a few struggles from her. It made him smile around her shoulders as he squeezed them tight to get them down his bulging throat. Always that curious mix of instincts while he ate them. That sense of oh, I really shouldn't, but it feels so nice. All she had to do was relax and he would treat her to the soothing massage of swallowing her, and tuck her away hot and comfortable in the sauna of his gut. There wasn't a single thing she had to do.

When he moved over her shoulders and breasts, squishing them to her chest as he pressed his tongue over and between them, she dug her feet into his fat middle, pressing away with considerable force. It gave him pause, not because she could overpower him, but because he never liked to see outright refusal from his meals. But a rub up and down spine, and a few more heavy gulps, and she relaxed right back down again, slowly rubbing her pussy against his shirt as she was dragged up into his mouth, smearing it in her scent.

From there on, it was simple. Toss, gulp, smack. That last one was his lips, pressing over her every spotted inch as he devoured her, rolling his head back to tilt her upwards until she was sliding into his maw and towards his stomach faster every moment. He permitted himself a pause at her sex to give a swiping slurp from clit to taint, ensuring he got as much of that flavour he could before it was gone for good. Then he pressed her thighs together with his jaws and began to shake her plump backside into his throat.

That was when she finally met the chamber that would be her fate, as her face pressed up tight against the sphincter that protected his gut. Not quite inside, instead gathering up for a moment and bulging up in his neck and chest while her legs remained sticking straight up from his lips. They were visible above the stall walls, wiggling some, and then they were gone. One final dominant gulp that rushed from thigh all the way to toes, and she descended entirely into the hungry bull.

Everything but her tail anyway, which flicked about between his lips, given a last noodle-slurp to finish her off along with the final swallow that saw her bulge descending. Out of his flattening throat, past his powerful chest, and then settling heavy in his massive belly. Even for all his fat she still stretched it out even more with her weight. Squirming and kicking for a moment, but mostly just to get comfortable. Once she settled down, curled up and autonomously purring behind the layer's of bovine pudge and muscle, he gave her a firm pat where he felt her head and churned up a great big belch.

"Braaaaallllp," came the spit-flecking burp, announcing to all around just what had gone on in there. There was no mistaking the the sound of it. That was the belch of a meal settling into a predator's merciless gut to await the final moments.

With his meal in place, spreading warmth all throughout him with those fading rumbles, he finally stepped back out of the stall to admire his bulging middle in the mirror. The feline's curves weren't really visible in all that rounded fat, but he hefted her up and then dropped her, admiring the jiggle for a moment, burping gentle once more. Then it was time to get himself tidied and dressed back up.

His cock fit back into his pants now that it was softened, though it was still sheened with plenty of her juices. He zipped back up and went to clip his belt, but the weight of his fattened gut wouldn't let him. About half the buttons on his vest and shirt were similarly a lost cause, so he was just going to have to leave there with a swollen gut showing off his prey to all who happened by. Oh well. He straightened his tie in the mirror and brushed at his hair, then simply licked his chops for the flavour that still lingered there. Such a tasty cat.

At that moment, the door swung open, and in strolled a young and fluffy-haired hyena, another of Jacob's students. Kamili stopped in his tracks, scanning up and down the well-fed bull, eyes fixating on the bulge in his belly as it continued to squirm, a subtle mmmf and nnngh coming from behind the layers just in case he wasn't certain there was a living person in there. Jacob looked back to the hyena with a grin and just gave his belly a few firm taps to make it jiggle, causing Mira to squirm just a little more. But she was fading out quickly.

"Gonna... go... somewhere else..." Kamili sputtered out, gesturing over his shoulder and then promptly removing himself from the room.

That left the bull alone with his prey, feeling her inside him as she drew closer to fainting. She was somewhat twitchy by that point, giving a few jolts and kicks as she settled in. But his belly was gentle for the time being, not quite starting on the digestive process just yet. Simply holding her in there, tightly squeezed from all sides, massaged in the stifling heat as her purrs grew softer, softer, and then silent.

***

Jacob had one more class to teach that day, but they were all third-years. Aside from a transfer student or two, his engorged belly only generated a bit of murmuring. Most of them knew what he did by then. Plenty of them were staring. He caught their eyes now and then, and they would quickly glance back down to their notes. Maybe they were wondering who it was, or picturing themselves in the same position.

That night, he showered and put on some relaxing music and fully intended to get some work done, but instead ended up falling deeply asleep in his armchair. The weight in his gut made him simply too sleepy to last any longer. With the bull snoring there, his digestives were free to kick up the intensity, progressing from a slow churn to a constant, noisy gurgle. That stretched bulge grew very warm and it slightly wobbled from the vigorous melting down all those dark, spotted curves. One pound at a time, from cat to jiggling bull fat, all through the night.

When he awoke, his belly was as massive as ever, but in the usual sense. Mostly. He was newly padded with some extra heft, and most of it went right to his middle. Enough force and he managed to get all but one of his shirt buttons fastened. As he did, he rubbed and squeezed deep into his new fat, knowing the cat was completely digested and just a trophy on his frame at that point. It made him smirk, remembering her and her glazed, devastated face.

Once back on campus, he was just going through his notes for his first class when he felt a certain pressure. He rose and ambled off on heavy hooves, drafting up an email on his phone along the way. Sorry for the short notice, class is cancelled this morning. See you all tomorrow. He hit send just in time to reach that same big stall where he'd fucked and devoured the slinky pantheress.

It was time to return her to nature, so to speak. He had a book tucked under his arm, and he was going to need it. The bull lowered his trousers and got himself seated upon the heavy-duty toilet. Built for someone such as him, but perhaps not for meals such as his most recent. A soft snort from him, a distinct crackle, and he began to push out a weight dump of former feline. Thick and solid at least at first. There had been plenty of fat on the big cat's bones, and she had been an ever-so-satisfying meal, but now, after all was stripped away and used right up, she was nothing more that a great big load of bull shit splashing inelegantly to the water below.

Some pounds of piled up waste later, and Jacob preemptively flushed some of her away. It wasn't going to be the first flush. He grunted some as little flecks of bone and fur tickled their way out of him. It was the closest thing to a trace of her left. As he'd guess, her panties were no trouble to get through. Ruined but undigested, they might have been recognizable in all the mess, enough to say the pile used to be a person. But who was looking? Down they went, along with the rest of her.

Properly shitting Mira out took the better part of an hour, and some half-dozen flushes before the very last of her leftovers was out of the big bovine. All the while he'd been simply flipping through the pages, reading calmly and not really thinking about what he was doing. Certainly she had once been a student of his, but in the end she was just a meal, and a bigger than usual dump. His body used her up and what he didn't need swirled down into the pipes below.

Once finished, he got himself cleansed and washed his hands in the sink. While he wasn't exactly hungry after filling up on all that meat just a day ago, he couldn't help but turn attention to the lion who walked obliviously through the bathroom door. A muscled stud of a fellow, one who'd surely take a while to digest. Jacob's eyes fixed on him, the cat knowing nothing of the danger he was briefly in as the massive bull considered him.

Not just yet. Such indulgences were better given time between them. But there always would be more students who underestimated how hungry he could really be, more luscious, curvy preythings who would end up forever part of the bull's great big bouncing gut.