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There was only one beak between the four of them, but nonetheless all were welcome at Beakcon. Feathery types and those who appreciated them alike. It made Zoe feel a little less out of place as she strode in, hand in hand with Gracie, ever the chipper gecko. She didn't' seem to be worrying at all at who was looking, who she might run into, any of that sort. But a cute, smiley gecko like her had no need to worry, really. As for Zoe, she was always acutely aware of eyes upon her. Most people couldn't help but stare when a spider entered the room.

Maybe she wasn't exactly a spider in the sense that many thought, but her heritage was clear. Five red eyes in an arch over her face, six slim arms, two of them prosthetic, poking from her special-made top, and a layer of smooth, tan hairs over her soft skin. Walking out, exposed to more people than she had ever really seen concentrated in one spot felt like pure folly, and she squeezed Gracie's slightly slippery hand as they went. But once they were actually on the con's floor, she got little more than a few quick glances. Just another face in the crowd. With more eyes than usual.

That let her release some of the pent up tension in her limbs, her free arms flopping at her side together. She turned to Gracie, who gave her a little smile.

"See? They've seen everything over here. Someone's cosplaying a nest over there! Which is totally an excuse to get sat on by birds, I bet," the gecko joked. She wasn't kidding about that though - there really was a oversized bundle of sticks and leaves standing there, legs sticking out the bottom.

"Should I sit on him? I'm gonna sit on him." Maria clicked her beak, and fluffed her winged arms out. Ostensibly stretching, but also showing off her many-coloured plumage for all to see. Even at a gathering of birds, a tropical toucan in all her black and green and red and yellow and blue was eye-catching. She smiled pleasantly at any eyes turned her way, already sizing some of them up for the fun she might have with them.

"Save it for the sex zone!" Darryl said, giving her a nudge. The deer and caribou cross kept his voice low, but was wearing a distinctly mischievous smirk despite his discretion.

"It's... is it actually called that?" Zoe wondered, blinking her many eyes from left to right.

"Not exactly," Maria chirped, not keeping her voice down at all. "Officially the adults-only leisure area... but it's a total vore haven."

"Really?" Zoe was still blinking. It took a while, after all.

"Oh, very much so." Darryl looked around covertly, just in case someone was listening in. "To tell the truth, my pants are fitting a lot tighter than they did yesterday. Found some pretty great, um, ball fodder while I was in there. I barely even had to ask. It's like they knew already."

Maria gave a little surprised flap of her wings. "Don't tell me you haven't heard! Beakcon has always been a big place for vore. It's, like... everyone knows that!"

Darryl shrugged. "But how do they know that?"

"They just do!"

Gracie gave Zoe's hand a tug at hearing that, perking right up. "Hey, spoidy, you should totally get in on that. You were saying you wanted to try that more!"

Zoe shrugged, several times at once. "I mean, I more meant if we were to meet some people who were into it, maybe we might ask them. Not... that we should just find some strangers to try it on."

Gracie gave her a loving look, and patter her on the arm. "Right, right. Of course, I understand! Sounds like you need a little encouragement. Maybe a little magic something I have stored away specifically for this exact moment?"

Zoe shot her a look, but the gecko's grin was absolutely irresistible. So she just smiled back, revealing those short fangs of hers. "That's... not a rhetorical question is it?"

"Nope!"

"Alright." She swallowed, straightening herself up. While she trusted the gecko, she was nervous what it would actually mean to let her take over. So she just braced herself on the spot and let one of those smooth hands lay upon her shoulder.

The transition was so effortless and sudden she stood there a while waiting for it to take effect. Only upon taking another look at her surroundings did she realize how drastic the change had really been. She must have been three feet taller. Curvier, too. Especially around her bust, which jiggled about with her every startled motion. Moreover, she was completely naked, and quickly thankful for her multitude of hands to cover up her assets with.

Gracie held up her clothes, perfectly folded, with a little "tadaaa" and grinned delightfully. Zoe didn't accept them, rather just dashing off towards the cordoned off adults-only section before too many people saw the giant naked spider-lady, all that smooth, short hair on display as she bounced those curves off and away. Gracie just giggled after her, checking in to the section with their con badges before the security could go chasing after the apparent streaker.

"Oh, don't worry about her," the gecko assured the big fellow. "Just a little embarrassed is all. We'll keep all the nudity safely hidden away from public eyes."

The bull just gave a snort, arms folded, but didn't bother them further. Darryl and Maria followed along, checking in casually. Once they did, they both exchanged a look and nodded, removing their badges and handing them to Gracie.

"So we don't lose them," Maria said, with a little wink, just in case the implication wasn't already obvious.

"Oh, you two are sweet," Gracie said. "She'll really appreciate your little offering!"

"You make us sound like sacrifices," Darryl chuckled.

Gracie just stuck out her sticky tongue. "I mean, you're not wrong really. Just the happy sorts of sacrifices! To the great and towering spider god!"

As they approached, they began casually removing their clothes, handing them back to the gecko. Gracie soon looked like she was carrying a whole wardrobe with her, all those garments piling up. She eventually found a locker (provided just for such purpose) to stash them away in and joined back in on the fun. The nudity wasn't at all out of place, with plenty of other figures, feathered or not, casually seated or sprawled around the bar and lounge area without a single shred of clothing to cover them.

Zoe meanwhile had pretty well just staggered in, all flustered and shy, biting her lip and wearing a nervous expression. She saw several heads turn her way, and expected the worst. But instead, she was just greeted by friendly smiles and nods, many of them from some lovely birds all around the room. Nobody was staring, nobody treating her like she was some kind of anomaly. It was enough to make her smile back, gently.

The initial growth hadn't even been all of it. She was still expanding, still growing softer, curvier. A lot of it in particular went to her breasts. Weighing them down, filling them out from the modest mounds to just great big smooth pillows, topped by perked, sensitive pink nipples. She huffed at their tender feeling, reaching up to give them a few squeezes.

Such a thing wasn't lost on Maria and Darryl, who quickly moved over to assist. The deer hybrid brushed her hands aside and just replaced them with his own, giving some deep rubs and caresses to massage the tender nip. Maria did similarly, but instead just began rubbing her head and arms against them, sharing the feathery touch and slight tickle to help stimulate them. Zoe simply lowered herself to a a seated position, thudding down on her thickened, padded ass, and sighed.

"Mmmf... thanks you two. Silly gecko magic. Making me feel all sensitive and needy. It's got some kind of other weird feeling going on for it too... like a voice in my head telling me to just do things. Except, not an actual voice I guess. More just an urge."

Before she had to explain herself further, her body just went ahead and demonstrated exactly what she meant. She almost seemed to have lost control of her breasts, working all on their own, embracing a predatory side of her she had always wanted to get to know better. Before she even knew what she was doing, she was squeezing Darryl's hands within one perked, expanded nipple. Then Maria's beak, too. The contrast of warm, furred hands, and smooth beak was enough to make her jump at first. But she wanted more. She knew she needed to feed those extra-juicy breasts of hers, even if she didn't quite understand why.

They were her friends. But that just meant it was all the kinkier to consume them. Gracie stood at her side, giving her a few encouraging strokes here and there. But she hardly needed them. Whether her chosen prey or her own breasts were more eager was hard to say, but she was compressing around them like she'd done this a thousand times before while they stuffed themselves inside. And as she did, she began to moan over the mix of fur and feathers stimulating their way into her body. Heads really were turning towards her, but she was hardly caring anymore, her many eyes closed as she soaked in the predatory indulgence.

Maybe she got a little noisy, even hissing by the time she was wrapping up her naked friend's waists in clamping breasts. She had never known them to be so flexible, for those subtle little milkslits to be so ravenous. But a single spell from the gecko and everything could change. She spread her legs, giving everyone a fine view of her sex as it grew puffy, damp, simply from the rush of fulfilling her inner urges. The curves and other bulges of her aroused breast-prey were soon wiggling beneath her smooth flesh, making her jiggle from nipples down to her belly with their wriggles. They didn't feel desperate or alarmed - merely enjoying their new, milky home, squirming and wriggling, unable to keep still for all the pleasurable pressure coming at them from all sides.

It felt wonderful for Zoe too, even if the bird's wiggling was particularly ticklish. That didn't much diminish the absolute arousal she was experiencing as she sat back and slurped up the very last of her two friends. Hooves, talons. All gone into those nips, sealed up tight and jiggling around in her bosom while she massaged them from all sides. Three hands each for their confined bodies, kneading deeply, free to touch them all she wanted now that they were her prey.

Gracie looked over the enlarged, indulgent spider with a proud expression. She could see how she was getting into it. Though those many red eyes were hard to read for others, Gracie knew her well enough to tell that she was letting herself give over to her desires, to forget about being embarrassed for one. That was only made more clear when Zoe spared a hand to start rubbing at her clit right there in the middle of the room, not even caring that people were outright staring at the giant, hungry spider-woman masturbating in front of them.

Of course, they weren't staring out of shock or disgust. Rather, they were giving shy glances of their owns. Some guys were crossing their legs to keep their firming cocks from showing. Other guys weren't hiding it at all. And some of those lovely feathery ladies were fanning themselves with their wings, quite visibly flustered. Grace looked to her big spider, massaging herself and her captive meals alike, and simply beamed up at her.

"More?" she asked.

Zoe opened two of her eyes, on one side of her face. "Do you think I can handle it?"

"Of course you can! Look, there's some tasties now! Let's see if they wanna get inside you."

Before Zoe could object, Gracie went bouncing off, swinging her tail. So she was just going to have to stay there and watch that ass swaying. She almost gasped when she saw who the gecko was actually approaching. There was a prominently busty eagle, fully nude, seated across from a long-haired leopard male - no, female - no, male, but extra girly. They were both so pretty, the likes of which she'd never actually approach herself. Hungry and horny, or not.

She couldn't hear what they were saying and couldn't read their expressions either. She ended up just staring back from where she sat, gigantic and wet, looking very much uncertain. Only the pleasant massaging to her bulging breasts kept her from feeling too uncomfortable. But as much as she expected the gecko to have to rejection on her behalf, she was even less prepared for them to actually rise from the bar together and start heading over, smirking.

Oh, they were even prettier in motion. The eagle with her extra-curvy form, tailfeathers swaying side to side as she slightly strutted along. Great long legs and ample thighs. Surely a fantastic butt too. And the feline with her was perhaps girlier even than her, with those wide hips and feminine features, but his sheath bounced heavy atop a particularly large set of balls she couldn't help but notice. When they got closer, she sensed that he was purring, feeling it before actually hearing it.

Zoe didn't know what to say to them, looking them up and down, trying to read their expressions. Pleased with her, or smirking at her in a bad way? She raised a few of her hands to just wave, and the feline gave a soft chuckle, leaving her uncertain if that was a good thing or not.

"Hiii," she added.

The leopard turned to the eagle and gentle murmured something. She gave an arch of her beak and nodded, and Zoe was left wondering what they were covertly plotting while she sat there with her eyes gleaming down at them, her naked body on full display. The bulges in her breasts were starting to smooth over, starting to slosh as her bust grew even heavier, even thicker with the contributions her friends were providing. She was starting to feel bones moving around in there, smooth but making for some unusual shapes pushing out on the smooth tan flesh.

"Hi!" said the cat, swishing his tail. "I'm Mahiri, and this is Angelene! I hope we're not making you shy or anything!"

"Maybe a little," Zoe admitted.

"I used to be pretty shy too! If you'd told me to just walk up to a pretty spider lady and ask her to eat me a few years ago, I'd have totally said no way. But now, here I am!"

Zoe smiled softly, but then furrowed her brow. "I'm not even really sure where to start with you."

"Wherever you like!" the leopard said back, cheerfully.

That didn't help much, and Zoe remained uncertain until Angelene cleared her throat. "If you want to know a little secret about my feline friend, I'll say that he loves to just be snatched right up. Hardly matters what happens to him as long as it's what you want!" She dipped her head, like a half bow. "And I might extend the same offer to you, myself."

Zoe tapped a finger on her lip. "Anything I want? Any_where_I want?"

The eagle gave her a sultry wink. "Of course. We both knew quite well what would happen in a place like this. It doesn't have its reputation for nothing!"

That left Zoe considering for a time. Two lovely bodies. One with soft plumage and elegant curves that were about as close to perfect as anyone could get. The other soft, spotted, girly. And rumbling. They were both looking up to her, while she wiggled her arms about, crossing them this way and that, considering her plan of attack, so to speak. And then she just made a grab for them.

She was amazed at just how strong she was in her enlarged form. Wasn't it supposed to work the opposite way, spreading the muscles over a longer distance or something? Guess that was gecko magic putting in work. The short of it was, she was easily able to pick them both up at once, clutching them around the waist in a single hand each, just holding them up close to her face and having an even better look at them. They were even softer on her skin than she expected.

They both smelled lovely too. Enough that her mouth was starting to water. She was starting to forget about hesitating, about holding back just because she didn't know them. Gracie wanted her to indulge, and so she was going to indulge. Her eyes skipped back and forth between the two of them, trying to measure up in her head just who would feel better where. One for her gullet, and one for her butt.

She was almost paralyzed by indecision, with two equally enticing meals before her, but finally she just set the bird back down. Not because she was done with her - not at all. Instead, she just rose up, moved forth, and smooshed herself atop that feathery face. The beak was a bit pokey (though less than other birds' - she'd clearly had work done) but the rest of her was absolutely soft. Just the sort of fluffy avian that felt simply incredible to sit upon, pressing her feathery head up against her tight ring, between those plump, smooth cheeks. Then, inside.

Zoe couldn't help but moan out as she pressed down on her chosen toy. She felt massaging hands and wings alike coming back at her, showing her approval, given she was too muffled to properly communicate it. Knowing that the bird liked it as much as she did just kept Zoe moaning, and she pressed down a little harder, taking her time but inching that eagle up her ass little by little. Stimulated by her plumage all the way in, making her clench upon her, while her sex pulsed and glistened. She spared a single hand to toy with her clit and keep her juices flowing, but it was unnecessary with how good it felt to push that soft bird inside of her.

She could have just kept that up, kept pleasuring herself deeper and deeper with that bird turned butt-toy, but she didn't want to just leave the leopard dangling there. Partly because his purrs tickled her fingers, the longer she held onto him. Her many red eyes met his two green globes, and she just licked her lips smoothly before opening wide for him, drooling steadily down her chin at the thought of sucking the flavour out of such a warm and pleasant feline.

Before he even touched her tongue, she could tell she loved his flavour. It was simply wafting off of him even inches from her lips. And when she squeezed his head into her mouth, giving it a deep long suckle that soaked his hair in her saliva, she couldn't help but give another lengthy moan right in his face. A clench, too, which only served to slurp that eagle a little deeper inside that flexing, pleasured hole.

He was worth savouring. She should have taken her time with him. But upon that first deep taste, she could think of absolutely nothing but having that sweet and tasty feline pressing out as a bulge in her stomach. Something so pretty, and he could be all hers! So she simply let a blend of instinct and desire take over, lunging forth while her many hands shoved at his legs and feet, jamming him between her soft lips to urge him towards her pulsing throat.

The first gulp felt as heavenly as the first taste. Just to take his soft fur and send it sliding into her gullet, massaged from all sides by the tight swallows and massaging right back with just how fluffy he was. Two sets of long, shapely legs were disappearing along with two gorgeous butts. One right between her lips, slicked and sampled by her tongue as it rushed towards the back of her maw. The other, right up between those great big smooth cheeks, leaving just a pair of golden bird feet flexing splaying toes in pleasure as Zoe squeezed on her captive all throughout the tingly process.

With that avian effectively consumed, but for that last part of her, she could turn her full attention to eating the kitty, encouraged by how good it felt to have those feathers stimulating her backside. Gulp after gulp, she didn't pause, barely even seemed to breathe. She probably would have been horrified to know that all eyes were upon her and that spotty ass as it disappeared between her lips. But no one was staring for unpleasant reasons. The show she was putting on of wetly devouring that cute cat whole was simply too hard to look away from.

A toss of her head, a flail of her prey's tail, and down he went in one last, lengthy slurrrrp. She got that tail of his, once all fluffy and pretty, simply soaked, flicking all about in satisfying noodle fashion, flinging spit everywhere. One last plap of her tongue against this toes, working at those little beans and soles, up and down, and she finished off her meal. Every last inch of him was in her throat, pressing out of her neck, all his curves on prominent display. Held there like a trophy before simply being gulped away.

He was gone for a moment, hidden behind her milk and bone-filled breasts, only to reappear as a face impacting against her belly. Stretching it out some, but fitting snugly, comfortably. Feeling him shifting around in there, getting comfortable in spider digestives, forced her to churn up a belch, once still loud despite her trying to cover it up with no fewer than three hands. After that, he got settled, in a position that allowed everyone to his hips and rump, and a side profile of his expression outlined there beneath the taut, stretched skin.

Once he was in, she found a bench to sit on, kneeling down on it near the middle of the room. Normally she preferred to stick to the side of a room (or in a warm corner), but she simply needed some space. Room to stretch out her legs, before just kneeling down and sitting on them, so that her two-toed feet could knead in on her own rump. Was it already getting bigger or was she just feeling good? Such a juicy, jiggly backside it was, and it was only going to get moreso as she starting digesting the leopard. Speaking of, that reminded her...

"So, um." She prodded at her gut, making sure she had his attention. "Digestion for me is a little different. It might feel weird, at first. Or, for the whole thing really."

"Sounds fun to me!" came the leopard's voice, muffled of course but no less enthusiastic.

She wanted to explain to him that he really ought to be ready for it, given how nonchalant he sounded about things, but for once she let herself not worry. If he wasn't ready, she warned him already! So she relaxed, squishing her heels into her rump, and let herself just enjoy the beginning gurgles of digestion. Loud and obvious to anyone else in the room, as that skin pulled even tighter around his curvy, sexy features.

And she wasn't kidding about how unusual her digestion was to experience. The first step was making the leopard go quite numb. Not quite fully, but enough that he wouldn't feel any particular discomfort through what was to come. The sloshing fluids all around him coated his skin, spreading that tingly, but relaxing sensation to nearly every inch of him. Rather than regular digestives, which might have started sizzling away at his fur and skin beneath at that point, they simply seemed to massage at his muscles. Enough that he was purring even deeper, which was so stimulating for her inside like that she couldn't sit still all throughout digesting him.

All the writhing about meant she was squishing and squeezing on Angie plenty too, who was merely rubbing herself back and forth. Devious even in such a compromising position, she was using the texture of her feathers to massage the spider from the inside, bringing out some huffy moans, even whimpers while her two prey overwhelmed her at once. It was hardly fair.

Inside her gut, she felt the cat start to give in. Her digestives weren't at all like any others. There was no burning, no acidic melting or stripping the layers away. But there was so much sloshing going on in there, he was bound to swallow some of those fluids. And that was what really marked him for digestion. She wasn't great at melting down someone from the outside, but she could work from the inside much better.

The result was not unlike someone being drained by an actual spider. Mahiri probably would have been thankful for the dark if he could see what was happening to him. It was hardly uncomfortable, just made for some unusual tugs and stretches at his skin, so he thought. If he could have actually seen himself in those moments, he would have seen a much more frightening sight. All his skin was pulling inwards, tighter to his bones as the meat and organs within them simply grew softened and diminished, leaving him resembling a mere husk of his former feline self with every passing gurgle.

Eventually he was little more than a spotted skeleton, draped in a weakened, nearly colourless leopard pelt. The spots were still there, but no one could have said it was him. The skin stretched over his ribs before eventually just splitting. What remained of his inner organs spilled out of him, filling the chamber with their softened forms, mostly mush by then. Lungs, a heart, a stomach. Everything he needed, ensuring that his weakened, skeletal body rapidly faded into nothing more than twitching meat. Finished off in seconds after falling apart like that.

Zoe felt his movements cease, felt him transition from lively, lovely cat to just a pile of gradually digesting skin and bones and slop at the bottom of her gut, and she couldn't help but moan out hard, almost shouting really. He tasted so good, felt so good to digest, but now that she was mostly done with him, she couldn't help but notice how little of her belly he actually filled up. Sure, he was a decent weight at the bottom, sloshing back and forth as bones separated and clattered against each other like a macabre xylophone, but her hunger was only getting started.

Gracie knew her and her appetite well enough by then that she had brought two more potential meals by the time Zoe even opened her eyes again. She was greeted by two ladies whose demeanours couldn't have been more opposite, but both of them looked absolutely delicious. First there was a bright-eyed hyena, grinning and giggling a little, bouncing up and down on her toes. She looked like a little chocolate chip cookie and Zoe absolutely could not wait to snatch her up.

Beside her was a sleek crow, her black feathers bare and shiny. She was slimmer than the eagle, but still curvy, and she looked like she would taste like silk. For reasons Zoe wasn't about to ask about, she was also blindfolded, and she had her head turned to the side, listening. Gracie held out two hands to her chosen prizes, and grinned.

"Keedee, and Xanthe, this is Zoe! She'd be pleased to eat ya!" said the gecko, making Zoe's cheeks warm.

Though not as much as before. Nervousness was starting to go away in favour of mouth-watering ravenousness. She looked them over in turn, head bobbing back and forth only slightly. The rest of her was motionless, until she looked more statue than anything. It was a distinctly spidery thing, going stock still like that, bathing her prey-to-be in anticipation. And of course when she struck it was unnaturally fast, startlingly so.

Keedee cackled out in surprise, but she wasn't even the one being grabbed. Zoe took the crow around the waist, rubbing into her hips, feeling up those feathers for herself. She just played with that bird for a while, massaging that glossy plumage, savouring in the details. But a quick nod back to her rump, and she directed Keedee with a free hand.

"Um... bird friend is still not quite all the way in. Maybe go help her?" She was trying to sound more confident, more commanding, but the best she could do was leave out the 'please'.

It still worked. Keedee whipped around her so quickly the silly hyena almost lost her footing, moving up still giggling to that bird-stuffed backside. Angie was less a squirmer and more a slow and sultry massager, and Zoe was absolutely tingling with the sensations of those feather working within her. She almost couldn't bear it, curling her toes into her hefty asscheeks, and it was even harder to manage when Keedee added her own hands to the rubs.

She was definitely getting thicker by that point. Her body hadn't even finished draining what remained of the leopard, but he was already adding to her curves. Most of him went to her butt, which seemed fitting for a bottom-heavy male like him. That meant some extra jiggle for Kee to rub into, squishing her palms right down on the extra layers of pudge. And her breasts had finally smoothed over, bigger than she'd ever felt them, her friends' every bone absorbed into smooth, rounded mounds that bounced with her every breath. She'd even managed to process Darryl's antlers, from the feel of things.

A quick look around revealed she was quite possibly the curviest one in the room. Certainly the biggest. She smiled a little, still seeing plenty of others looking at her, but they were definitely enjoying themselves. In a few cases, they weren't just showing off their arousal, they were outright getting off, or getting each other off, with casual masturbation or handjobs accompanying those approving faces. They wanted her to keep going.

The crow had such an elegant, subtle way about her that Zoe would have felt weird just gobbling her down. Though it was still tempting. Instead, she just raised her up high and extended her tongue towards those black crow feet, giving them a lingering lick along the bottom, and between each toe. Xanthe's reaction was a deep, lingering moan that reached some truly impressive bass notes.

"Thensitive?" Zoe asked, slurring her word with her tongue out like that.

"Very," the crow said. "All over. Every single touch tends to be an experience for me. But no need to take it slow on my account."

Zoe nodded, opening a little wider, lowering those feet into her mouth. She had to pause and give another suckle, paying mind to the talons. Such a velvety flavour the crow had, quite matching her appearance. The hungry spider certainly did her best to consume the bird as slowly as she could possibly make herself, but there was just so much to enjoy about that taste. She needed more, and more of those feathers gliding across her tongue, tickling her cheeks, teasing towards her throat. So she ate.

It seemed Keedee had a taste for bird as well, or at least bird feet. With Angie's sticking out of that rim like that, she couldn't help but take hold of them around the ankle and just start washing them with sloppy attention. A nice drooly tongue, finally getting those squirms out of the eagle. Was she ticklish, or did it just feel good? It must have been heavenly, Zoe thought, just from the sound of it. A firm, smooth, wet tongue dragging across the scales of those eagle feet, up and down each toe, producing a slightly scratchy sound to go with all the slickness and gulping.

That was truly arousing for Zoe, who made up for how lusty it made her by pressing her tongue right up between Xanthe's thighs. That also allowed the crow's feet to slip into the spider's throat, along with her legs, feathery inches at a time. Her licking was greeted by some truly soaking feathers, and a warm sex beneath that was worth basking in a while, slipping up and down, side to side, working over those folds in as fine a detail as her oversized tongue could manage. Which wasn't all that precise, but it was good and sloppy so it hardly mattered. The crow was certainly moaning.

"Mmmm, such a unique tongue. Such a fine texture. I've never been in the mouth of anyone quite like you," Xanthe said, and there was something so genuine about that praise that Zoe smiled around her meal. "And your throat - so tight, working in such eager swallows. I can feel your excitement coursing through every muscle."

That she could tell so much from a mere touch surprised Zoe, but she wasn't going to question it. She just kept eating. Swallowing the bird up to the waist, letting her sex pulse under the flexes of her gullet. She had to pause to gasp out, huffing hotly over the crow's feathers as she grunted out in pleasure. That eagle had gone from almost inside to completely there, and it was all thanks to Keedee's mischievous pushes. She'd shoved her right up there, and Zoe's body quickly embraced that soft bird, tugging her deeper and deeper, right up until she was just a bulge like the others.

In her eagerness to shove Angie inside, Keedee hadn't exactly been careful. So that meant she'd ended up with her hands within the spider's backside, getting clenched on. And when she tugged back, she was trapped. So she yipped again, a bit startled but seemingly quite alright with the turn of events. Her giggles soon were muffled as Zoe flexed and tugged, dragging that hyena in right after the eagle, immersing her muzzle in constricting rim.

Being fed by both sides, and in public no less, was simply too much for Zoe to handle. She had plenty of hands to spare, and so she thrust two of them down, plunging several fingers on each into her sex, rubbing her clit with the others. Moaning all around the crow as she rubbed herself to slick, nearly splattering arousal, dripping all over the bench and floor beneath. And all the while, her breasts and ass were only getting thicker, heavier with the process of converting her meals into more curves. She was impossibly voluptuous by that point, and she was just going to get thicker the more she ate.

With a long sigh, she tilted her head right back, closing every eye. Totally hands-free, letting the crow simply rest there between her lips, tugged down just a little more with every compression of her gullet, pressing deep into those feathers, and not even tickled by their touch. They were too silky for that, and swallowing that black bird was pure delight, making her moan just as much as her own fingers.

She nearly lost those moments. She was in such a state of bliss, that she forgot to even think. Giving in to nothing but sensation, letting her body work entirely automatically. It knew what to do, better than she ever could. Xanthe was a silky, sultry treat sliding down her throat, moaning the entire time in her sexy, bassy voice. Angelene was soft and ample, pressing out on her gut before she even reached it proper. And Keedee was just a silly little fluffy thing, excitedly wiggling as her legs kicked between those ample asscheeks, disappearing down to the toes with every clench of pleasure.

Zoe wanted nothing more than to just cum right then, but she wanted it to be the perfect moment. Just a little more, a little more. The crow finally leaving her maw, beak slipping into her throat along with the rest of her soft body. The eagle making it all the way up to her sloshing gut, squished into the digestives and what remained of the leopard. And Keedee finally disappearing into her rump, muffled giggles travelling all the way up along with her bulge.

One set of arms was for her breasts, groping deeply into them, as firmly as she could as if she meant to crush them, getting as much pleasure from their oversized state as she possibly could. The next set was for her belly, kneading inwards and feel over the bulges of the birds, pressed together, feathers soaked and mingling. The final set was simply to rub and finger her until she gasped, she cried out, and she finally just fell right back from the bench as she mightily squirted all over her thighs, spurt spurt spurt, giving a soaking orgasm that came in multiple gushes, filling the room with unnaturally enticing spider pheromones.

She ended up sprawled, all her limbs stretched out around her, chest heaving up and down. Too satisfied to rub at her belly anymore, even as she felt Keedee join the messy gathering. But thankfully, she had a helper. Grace was right over her in moments, slicking up and down her bulging middle and helping her prey settle, as well as soothing Zoe. The stretching and bulging was briefly uncomfortable, with a few little pokes coming here and there from the bird's beaks and talons, but with the gecko's help, she simply felt content and relaxed. Like she were being tucked into a big, warm bed. Despite actually just laying naked in the middle of a populated room.

Digestion started loudly, her belly sucking in, tight around the morsels, constricting on them until the air was almost gone from her lungs. Gracie patted at them, and gave some soothing strokes around the sides, right down to Zoe's hips, ensuring it calmed down at least a little bit. She couldn't help but think about how ruined those feathers must have been by that point. Soaked in not just stomach juices, but in the gooped-up leopard, barely recognizable as such but still solid here and there to smear across their bodies. Well, at least the hyena probably didn't mind a little messiness.

It was hardly minutes since their ingestion that they started to soften. Zoe's gut was working loudly, harshly, but she never hurt them. Made them tingle plenty, for certain. She could feel them squirming all around within her, grinding against each other. There wasn't much room to move with how tight she was constricting on them, but they still managed to make a fluff-and-feathers orgy of it, rubbing sexes together or tracing fingers beneath tailfeathers to share in the pleasure of digesting together.

Gracie added a little more tightness to the situation, stretching herself right up and over that swollen belly, weighing it down and speeding up the process with even less room in there for them to squirm. As she laid there, she took hold of Zoe's breasts, digging her fingers into them deeply, making them leak just a bit of milk. Which she was quickly all over, wrapping her tongue around one nipple and squeezing the milk out into her mouth. That one was Darryl - rich and creamy. Then she was onto the other, sucking deeply and showing off some outright throat-bulging gulps of fresh titmilk. That one was definitely Maria, given the sweetness to it.

She went on, drinking from those engorged breasts as she massaged at the belly below. The orgy was already losing steam. The three ladies were starting to thin out, as those fluids worked on them from inside, draining them. They slumped against each other, embracing as bones began to push taut against their skin. Angie was still fairly solid, given the thickness to her, but the hyena and crow's leaner bodies were growing nearly skeletal as they rasped and wheezed all throughout the compressions and tingling digestion, pouring more and more of those slimy juices all over their bodies with each loud churn.

The leopard meanwhile was all but entirely absorbed. Not a bone, not a single recognizable organ remained but for a bit of sludge. The rest of him was pushing through Zoe's intestines, adding just a little more to her figure as he went. She could practically feel her butt expanding right beneath her, growing thicker off all the nutrients she was getting from just one meal alone. How big was she going to be when she was done with all three?

She grunted as she felt a little pop in her belly. That was their bodies giving way. Drained to little more than skin and bones, like the cat before them. Bits of them were floating around within, organs still intact, even attached, but not for long. They were all mixing into one big soup, one that rose right up to the very top of her gut. She was stuffed, bloated, to the point of slightly uncomfortable once more. But a modest little belch, and she felt better immediately, sighing and patting Gracie where she rubbed and kneaded that shrinking bulge.

There was still plenty of bone in there, plenty of sludgy mess, but from squirming to barely twitching to nothing, those meals were done. They seemed almost like one single entity by the end. She couldn't tell their weakened bodies apart, all the bones had mingled together, and all it took was one great big final churn, squeezing inwards and breaking vital pieces apart, to finally finish them right off.

That sent a tingle right to her clit, one that reignited that dripping, clenching lust from before. Gracie seemed to know in moments, and slid herself down that still-plump belly, to nestled between the spider's legs. Soon her sticky tongue was working, making Zoe ball a fist as she moaned out over the noisy gurgling. Eaten out while she thickened. Birds and hyena simmered down to little more than nutrients, being dragged deeper through her body. Worked and absorbed so quickly she could feel herself getting bigger, chubbier.

It didn't just go to her gut, though she was definitely sporting a lot more pudge there than before before long. She also wore them on her ass, her tits, her thighs. Every part of her that looked good doing so got a little thicker, got padded with the caloric contributions of her many meals that day. She was still riding that predatory high, still barely thinking, but one thought did occur to her. Not only had she managed to devour four delicious strangers, but she'd done it all in plain view of so many people who she'd normally be shy to even speak to.

Now she was sprawled out, dripping, huffing, moaning as that sticky tongue worked her, and she clamped her thighs around Gracie's head gently just to show her appreciation. It wasn't like she could think of anything especially fitting to say in those moments. So she just kept up the breathless groaning and closed her many eyes. Those four were worked all through her system, going more rapidly than normal food ever could. It was like she was simply built to devour them, and they were making her so shapely she couldn't wait to show off her new figure to anyone who looked. Everyone in the room.

But that would have to wait. With her belly and beyond working in such overdrive, she was absolutely exhausted. Every part of her body was saying to just sleep, and only the tingles of that slurping gecko tongue kept her from passing out on the spot. She left her eyes closed, sighed, and rubbed at her extra squishy body here and there. But she could barely manage that. Eventually she just let her arms drop by her side again, let her thoughts drift, and let the pleasure soothe her towards a blissful, dreamy slumber. Right in the middle of the room, for once without a care for who was looking at her.

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Zoe work with a start, as if she had only just realized she was napping naked in the middle of a public space with a belly full of prey. Well, not so much anymore by the time she awoke. She could feel the weight of them in there, making her heavier, rounder, but there was nothing particularly recognizable left of them. She looked around as she blinked to consciousness, expecting a crowd gathered around, ready to kick her out for what she did. Plenty of people were looking, but she felt greatly comforted by their expressions as her predatory confidence awoke with her, reminding her she actually wanted them to look.

She didn't want to wake Gracie, who was still sprawled across her belly and breasts, but there was no time to wait. Pressure was building up. She sat up, letting the gecko slide down her middle, looking up at her with a slightly sleepy smile.

"What's up, spidey?"

"Is there... a bathroom around here? Somewhere close, preferably."

Gracie nodded. "Well, yes, but I'm not sure they're equipped for someone of your size."

Zoe winced. "They really should have thought of that when they set this place up."

That just made Gracie chuckle. "Don't worry about it. Just follow me. We'll find somewhere quiet. I'll help you out."

Those last four words seemed so innocent to an outside listener, but Zoe knew just what they meant. She scanned around, still catching looks. Some people had their phones out, which raised the possibility of photos being taken. Social media getting involved.

"But... won't someone see?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"Let 'em! It's not like they'll mind. That kind of thing happens all the time here."

There really wasn't any time to argue. Not with those many meals reaching the end of their journey. Zoe could feel a plenty of bones, mostly smooth but tickling a bit. A feather or two. A few matted clumps of mingled fur. All that was left of her indulgence, of those strangers. Or were they her new friends now? No time, no time. She had to go.

So she followed Gracie along, hand in hand, finding her own footsteps strangely loud. There were far fewer people gathered in another room, but still enough that they weren't completely private. It was going to have to do. Zoe huffed out as she got into the warmest corner she could find, and simply lowered her great big prey-fattened ass. No more waiting after such a heavy meal.

Gracie just started massaging at her belly, which was far more soothing than it even should have been. Maybe it was just the presence of the gecko, there for her. Gracie wrapped her tongue around a breast, squeezing out just a bit more milk from one, and then the other, loudly gulping, and then she moved around again. Swiftly sliding beneath the spider, she got right in the way of that hefty backside, pushing her lips right up between those cheeks as Zoe began to grunt. She said she'd help, and there she was. Helping.

Zoe had to admit it felt simply fantastic. Her lip quivered slightly in shameful pleasure as she began to shit those four preythings out into the gecko's mouth. Gracie didn't even hesitate to start swallowing the warm mess. Packed tightly, still flecked with little strands of ruined fur, the colour unrecognizable. It could have been the leopard or the hyena's, or maybe both all mixed together as they passed through Zoe's system. There were feathers too, and it was even possible to tell who was who, with the crow's sleek texture still carrying through all the way to the end of digestion.

Gracie gulped from her partner as if she'd done this dozens of times before. Which wasn't the number, but it wasn't the first time. Such experience meant she didn't even flinch when she started to feel surprisingly intact skeletons pushing into her. Zoe knew well by then the gecko's odd love of bones, and they always stayed relatively together in pushing through her intestines. It tickled like mad, made her grunt and groan as those mingled bones exited her backside, packed into the solid, warm waste filling the gecko's belly. Soon Gracie's stomach was bulging, outright clattering with how many bones she was swallowing. Yet she still didn't stop.

Zoe's gut was always quite gentle with bones, despite how little else of her prey survived the trips. Gracie had swallowed enough partial skeletons by then that she'd learned to recognize individual pieces. But more than just that. She could even tell who was who. That small yet extra-solid ribcage she was gulping? Totally Keedee's. Hyenas had strong bones. Down it went. That long, softer leg and pelvis? Mmm, must be Angelene's, with those wide hips. And that skull was distinctly feline, cracked but mostly whole, worthy of a wet, solid gulp along with the rest of the waste and bony leftovers.

The thick, heated load Zoe was unloading was probably about equal to one of her prey's weights all in one. Dozens upon dozens of pounds, all of it making its way into the easily-stretched gecko, sparing the floor. There was nothing offensive about it, no real scent, and to onlookers it was almost like nothing particularly dirty was going on. Just a big plump spider sitting on her girlfriend. At least until Zoe whimpered, and found she couldn't contain her bladder either. That meant showering a steamy stream onto the floor, emptying all the fluids she'd siphoned from those drained and digested meals into a shimmering puddle of spider piss right there on the floor.

The last few heavy chunks sank into Gracie's gut, and finally Zoe was done. She was left panting from the effort, just for how involved it was. When she looked around, she certainly saw eyes upon her. Even a few phones up. Someone had definitely been taking a video. And as she thought about that, she just smiled. Good. She wanted everyone to see.

As she rose, she rubbed at her breasts, squeezing deep into their extra-padded, curvy form. She ran her hands up and down her hips, massaging into the added curves she'd taken from her prey. And most of all, she just rubbed at her belly, lifting and dropping the considerable paunch she'd developed from her feasting.

"You look wonderful, Zoe," said the gecko as she moved back out from under her.

"I feel... good. Really good," Zoe concluded after thinking on it.

"Of course you do. You were made for this! You just need to learn by doing." Gracie's voice was chipper as ever, despite how heavily her rounded belly was weighed down. "I'm going to need a liiittle break after all that, but once Darryl and Maria are back, we're totally doing this again. Except next time, you're gonna eat even more people. Aren't you?"

At first Zoe was just silent, stunned by the gecko's assertiveness, and wondering how it was even possible to eat more than she just did. But when she looked around at the room, seeing those peering faces, those naked bodies, she was almost immediately picturing them gurgling around in her belly. From curvy ladies to muscled guys, and everything in between, she was sure her gut could handle anything. They'd slide down smooth and warm, drained until they were just sacks of bones, every single one of them. In those moments of bliss and satisfaction after disposing of her prey, Zoe felt like there was no one on the planet she couldn't digest. It felt good to be the spider queen.