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The sweat was flowing, and the collective grunts of dozens of bodies had blended into a discordant symphony, with percussion contributed by the clinking weights. Just another evening at the gym, albeit a particularly busy one. Perhaps it was just a shared decision to burn off some of that winter weight now that the first signs of spring were starting to peek through the grey haze, or just coincidence, but it was near impossible to find a machine to work on. That was the dilemma Mahiri faced as he swished his way down among the puffing bodies, swinging his tail back and forth all the way.

The girly leopard was semi-aware of the eyes upon him as he went. It was a frequent thing for someone of his particularly girly build, especially when he was dressed so lightly in the shortest, tightest shorts around, concealed beneath an athletic skirt only slightly longer. A muscular assortment were gazing upon that rise of swaying rump with his every step, pretending to be hard at work even as excitement and desire began to stir up some activity, twitching in the shorts of various onlookers. Mahiri just soaked it in, not even glancing in their direction, but feeling the attention. It made him smirk, maybe even purr a little. But he was there to work out.

Truth told, he'd put on a little weight of late and much of it went to his backside. Which only served to get him more attention in surroundings like those, as those various studs and studettes licked their lips, considering images of plowing that booty beneath those hip-hugging shorts. David, a tall, bulky white lion, was trying not to grin so broadly. He was already picturing himself going balls deep beneath that pretty tail, as he pressed his rippling arms up and down on the machine. Near him, an even bigger, heavier zebra named Nash was curling barbells that weighed half as much as the leopard, while he considered just how well a fat equine shaft could ruin a soft feline like that. And a third was watching him too, less muscular and more hefty than the others, but Lucia felt her loins stirring as she huffed and jiggled on a treadmill. It was a losing effort for the thickly-set bovine, trying to lessen that gut she was sporting, but she was giving it her all, trotting along with her great big breasts bouncing on top of it.

The leopard was looking to do some running himself, but there was only a single treadmill left. It was one far too big for him, double-wide, clearly meant for people of the more four-legged variety. He wouldn't have bothered with it if it wasn't so busy in there, but a quick look around and he didn't see anyone else who might have wanted to use it. So he figured, why not, and popped in his earbuds while he got started. If his ass was good-looking while he was just walking, it was even better jiggling up and down along with the leopard's jogging. Those three watchers were finding their bulges becoming increasingly unmanageable, the longer they observed him.

Listening to some energetic tunes drowned out all else, so he didn't hear a particularly earth-shaking figure approaching. Though he did feel her. The impact of hefty hooves trotting towards him were like a little tremors, as a creature even bigger than the beefiest of studs around the gym made her entrance. Many people recognized Helen by then, given her recurring appearances in such a place. Such a generously-built golden mare was a regular, but nonetheless there remained that great doughy horse gut wobbling back and forth with her every step. No matter how much she worked it off, she always seemed to layer the fat back on her belly and flanks.

There was only one treadmill that could accommodate her enormous heft, but it was of course currently in use by a leopard far too small for it. He would have hopped right off if he knew she was coming, but he was too lost in his music to notice, not even paying any mind to the heavy impacts of her every step. It was probably just weights crashing to the ground or something. Not something he needed to turn his head and see. So she walked up right beside him, completely unnoticed, and seemed to just observe him for a few seconds. Jogging away, swinging his tail, and very much taking up the spot she wanted.

The leopard wasn't especially small, but next to her, he looked like a little kitten. Hardly fit to be her saddle, nevermind her rider. People were watching her intently, wondering what exactly she was going to do about that misplaced feline. She didn't seem upset, or even annoyed really. Simply curious, pondering something as she watched his body working out, all taut and on display, pleasantly jiggling as he jogged away just in front of her, really pushing how long his lack of perception could take him. He was supposed to be a predator, a big savanna cat, but he hardly even noticed her warm breath upon the back of his neck as she leaned her head down to his level. And by then it was too late.

She considered him just a little longer, sniffing through his hair, stealing away his girly scent. It had her mouth watering enough that she had to lick her lips, projecting a slick noise and a little spatter of her saliva to the back of his head. He must have felt it, but he just kept running for a while, until the feeling of being watched was finally cluing him in to her presence. Only then did he reach up to take his earbuds out, perking his ears to the sound of breathing so close to him, audible even over the machines and grunts, making him start to turn his head to see who was looming over him.

He was greeted by the sight of her throat, open before him, framed by her flat teeth as she spread her jaws wide in front of his face, saliva dripping from her outstretched tongue. There was no time to look over the rest of her, or even to figure out who she was. Or to get a proper sense of her scale, so much bigger than any horse he'd ever seen, yet still somehow managing to sneak all that girth and bulk up on him. That image of her gaping maw lasted for less than a second, not long enough to properly process what it meant for him, before -

NOMPH.

His obliviousness meant he was perfectly vulnerable to the sudden lunge of her jaws, as she opened wide and engulfed his whole head all in one swift, wet chomp. Her flat teeth clamped down around his chest and upper back, while she commenced squeezing his shoulders up into her waiting maw. Her saliva flowed thick and steady, running down his crimson locks of hair as she splashed it to a soaking state in mere moments, pushing his muzzle right up towards the back of her throat by the end of that hungry motion.

There were maybe a few gasps among the audience to go along with the leopard's own, muffled within her maw as she engulfed his entire head at once, but most of the observers were hardly surprised. What, were they supposed to think she got a body like that eating oats? So no one was moving to assist the cat, and truth told he wasn't even really struggling himself. Startled for certain, but the embrace of her wet tongue, and soon, the massaging constriction of her ready gullet felt so pleasant he simply fell prey to its allure, letting it take him, claim him, keep him. There was no tugging back out even if he wanted to, anyway. Her throat was stronger than his entire body.

The heat and sweetness of her breath numbed some of his alarm. He still staggered, struggling to keep from toppling over on the moving treadmill as he found himself introduced to the huge horse's gullet all of a sudden. Before long, he didn't have to worry about balance, because she had hefted him right off his feet with the strength of her swallows alone. His feet dangled there, wriggling back and forth, too stunned to even properly squirm for her. She hadn't even given him a chance to see just who had crept up on him before she started consuming him.

Some part of him was enjoying it. The warmth, the way she smelled so lovely, and the odd care she took with him even while actively devouring him in a single gulp. Her teeth were gentle with him, and her throat massaged over his face as it slickly tugged him into the air. He thought to flail his arms about some, but that choice was taken away from him before he could make it. They were pinned to his sides, overwhelmed by the power of her gullet, and all he could do was give a vaguely serpentine wiggle as he dangled there from her slavering jaws. People were watching, but she didn't let that stop her for a moment.

Even with gravity working against her, she gobbled him down like a snack, pushing her jaws down his body until she reached his lean waist, and broad hips beneath. That cute skirt of his was all hiked up, flopping over her nose, giving her access to the bulge in his shorts beneath. As rapidly as she was gobbling him, there was time to savour at least one part of him. Her wide tongue cradled the shape of his sack and sheath as they pressed into her mouth, and she let him grind a little with his squirming while his masculine flavour soaked into her senses. He might have looked girly, but he still had a nice hefty set of balls for her to slurp before she finished him off. She savoured him just enough to ensure his taste would linger on her tongue well after he was churning in her gut.

Soon after, it was time to give her head a toss, fluttering her hair all about, flinging spit along the length of his waving tail and wriggling legs as she threw them in the air, tilting her head right back. With that, gravity was no longer on his side. Closing her eyes, she simply sighed and moaned her way through polishing off that cute cat, one heavy glurk of her strong gullet at a time.

She converted him from soft feline to curvy bulge in moments, the feminine shape of his form pushing out on her throat before descending deeper. A loud slurp, and she worked his feet just a little, nibbled on the white tip of his tail, and was done. The last distinct details vanished and he became nothing more than a rounded shape, vanishing from her throat and reappearing in her gut, making it drop down for a moment on impact, swinging back and forth as he settled in.

He was greeted in an instant by the resonant gurgles of a hungry horse's belly. His soft form was promptly kneaded, soaked, squeezed upon as that great big gut prepared to digest him whole. But from the outside, he was little more than a little extra weight sagging that gut down deeper. It was still rocking and bouncing with every little movement on the mare's part. And then a whole lot more as she just casually adjusted the treadmill's speed with her nose, clopping her four heavy hooves upon it and hearing the machinery strain beneath her weight. It was made for people like her, even dragons, but she was heavy enough to make it at least groan a little.

Once she got to trotting, she was bouncing that gut up and down much more wildly. Those eyes that had been fixated upon the leopard were instead watching the swinging fat that obfuscated his form. Tucked away in a hot mare gut, already being loudly gurgled at as she worked out. As if she'd already forgotten about him. And judging by the intensity of those belly noises, there wasn't going to be much left of a once cute kitty before long. Just because he was gone didn't mean that any of his former admirers were any less turned on though. They were just as eager to bury themselves deep in someone, except now they had a new target.

Helen continued her workout undisturbed, not at all hampered by the extra weight. Given how much she carried around all the time, it was hardly a significant increase. She glorped and digested at the meat within her as she worked off other former meals, at least as best she could. There really was no losing all that fat she proudly sported, but it was good to exercise anyway to be sure her legs didn't get have any trouble carrying her. A gradual sheen of sweat began to form upon her bulky body, making her golden hide glow elegantly. From her gut, down to her flanks, and then to that great big rump of hers, jiggling along with her every brisk trotting step. The swish of her tail bouncing along with her pace meant that there were plenty of glimpses to be had at her thick-lipped marecunt, or that thick donut above. But only teases, never quite a full look, her tail still tauntingly concealing those enticing bits much of the time.

Nonetheless, David was staring. Nash was staring. And Lucia was watching so intently, trying to take in every detail of that glimmering form at once that she ended up losing her step and tumbling to the floor in a heap of horns and hooves. It wasn't especially painful, but she felt the sting of embarrassment sweltering through her cheeks. That was lessened somewhat when she looked up and saw the offered hand. The same white lion who had been ogling the same mare helped her to her feet with a soft smile, while she dusted herself off and muttered her gratitude.

"Er, thanks." She gave a glance down at herself, and realized her bulge had grown to proportions that she couldn't possibly hide, tightly outlined in her shorts. Too much horse, too much jiggling, sweaty fat and muscle. It was irresistible.

"No problem," the lion said in a friendly voice, not seeming to notice. He cast a look over his shoulder. The gym was starting to clear out at that hour, so the noise of machines wasn't quite as impenetrable. He spoke his next words in a quieter voice. "I think we share the same distraction."

He gave another glance in Helen's direction, but she didn't seem to hear him. There was probably no need to be so secretive, give just how loud those hooves were, coming down again and again. Not to mention the persistent gurgles that rumbled all through the room.

Lucia nodded, then gave a shrug, dusting herself off here and there. "So, do you want to arm wrestle for her or something?"

David gave a chuckle. "Of course not. I can't handle that much horse by myself. Your, ah, help would be appreciated."

"Oh hey what's up guys," came a third voice, as the extra-large zebra poked into the conversation. "Talking about about sweaty mare ass?"

David grinned at the other male, sharing a look of recognition. "I mean, not precisely, but thereabouts."

"Well, if you're having a threesome, count me in!" he said with a beaming expression.

Lucia chimed in, a smirk curling her lips. "But then wouldn't it not be a threesome anymore?"

Nash feigned a look of utter surprise. "You're right! Silly me. Then it's a fivesome. 'Cause I count double."

The cow just rolled her eyes when she saw him wink. Though it was hard to miss the bulge he was showing off proudly. Only semi-firm, and he was already bigger than her at her hardest. There was no time to admire it for long, because all three of them heard the treadmill slowing at that point. Helen hadn't exactly been galloping, but it still took time for her to get a hold of her momentum, coming to a slow, sweaty stop as all three pairs of eyes turned her way. That, she definitely noticed.

"And just what are you three conspiring about over there?" she asked with that usual smile of hers. Her gut was still moving, but it was hard to tell if it was the continued wriggles of her prey, or just the jiggle of momentum, with all that bouncing fat still yet to settle down. Either way, it was still plenty noisy.

"Ah, nothing lewd, that's for certain ma'am." David rubbed at his mane.

"Oh, a shame," said the mare, licking her lips and stepping off the machine. "I suppose I shall just make me way back to the locker room all by myself then, hm?"

She turned, with a telling swish of her tail, giving them all a much better look at what was beneath. The broad lips of her pussy were ever so slightly puffed. Maybe it was the pleasure of digesting her long-finished meal, or just that curious bit of arousal that sometimes came with exercise. Either way, she was already building to a lustful state that was going to need to be taken care of, one way or another.

There was an exchange of glances among her suitors, but no need to say anything. They just followed, each of them eyeing up a different part of her. Her ass, her pussy, or even those plump mare teats below. And of course her gut, which was just the slightest bit heavier with the imprisonment of the feline beneath so many layers of fat. There were no bulges in her broad, swinging barrel, only layer after layer of soft, jiggly padding between the captive leopard and the outside world. It was like he wasn't even there. Just part of the fat he was ever so slowly, indulgently becoming, one heavy grumble of the horse's gut at a time.

By that time the gym was pretty well closed and the locker room was empty. A few employees tidied up the machines, but the four of them were left alone. Which was good, because a mare of Helen's size needed as much room as she could get, stretching from one wall of lockers to another before she turned and manoeuvred herself into a more workable position. She still had her plump ass pointed in their direction, and simply cast a knowing look over her shoulders as she flicked her tail up and down a few times.

"Oh good, you've decided to come along after all," she said, her voice sweet and teasing. "That's good to see. After a workout like that, I could use some help relaxing."

"More than happy to help out," David assured her, taking charge of the answering for the group as the cow and zebra just stared at the hefty prize they seemed to have landed. Lions were always taking charge like that, Lucia mused.

Helen trotted alongside a bench and nodded to them. "Good. Now, I don't want any of you holding back. I am a sturdy horse."

"Wouldn't dream of it,"Nash said, stepping around the broad curve of her backside, before just climbing up onto a bench for some extra height.

Even a tall zebra like him wasn't tall enough to reach on his own two hooves. And he wasn't wasting a lick of time, simply sliding down his overly-tight shorts and letting that thick equine shaft drop, plapping it against the sweaty curve of Helen's rump. It twitched and stirred to nearly full in seconds, as if spurred on by its newfound freedom. He was promptly smearing pre along her hide, mingling with her sweat just to make her glisten that much more. No shame about it for him.

Lucia hardly even knew where to start, or how to follow a lead like that. She stood there watching as the zebra so freely rubbed himself on the mare, outright humped her, all in pursuit of getting those many inches of pitch black equine dick entirely firm. Which was a bit of a process. David strode to the front, standing up on the very tips of his toes just to stroke along Helen's neck, and through her hair. She gave a satisfied snort, and tipped her head down to his level, laying a kiss on his muzzle that was soon returned. Before long, he was stroking her cheeks and falling into a deep makeout session, grinding tongues together to make hers tingle.

Still uncertain, and finding the spots filling up, so to speak, Lucia finally just went with an impulse. She got right under that horse, half-kneeling, and reached up to press her hands deep into that swell of fat that was the mare's belly. She wasn't really sure what she was doing, but she heard a soothed little groan above, muffled against the lion's lips. So she just kept going, pressing in to squeeze those layers of fat on her, inexpertly massaging as well as just admiring just how much heft there was on Helen's body. The way that fat squished between her fingers was so strangely pleasant to her, drawing her closer and closer.

She could feel some vague squirms beneath all the padding, but it could have just been particularly aggressive stomach activity. The way that gut swayed back and forth under her attentions was so enticing that she couldn't help but indulge herself with it. She pressed her lips up against it, and gave a few kisses, then a few long licks. A while of that, and she was just rubbing her whole face against that pudge, from cheek to cheek, nuzzling at it like she were some cat. There was something so comfortable about all that weight, she just wanted to keep cuddling until she vanished into it, as if she might be simply absorbed.

Maybe it wasn't quite as indulgent as the males were being with her, but she was content, and remained as turned on as ever, maybe more. She got herself licking from chest, down to gut, and even working over the mildly swollen nubs of those mareteats below. Those tasted nice, she soon found, swiping the sweat off them with the steady application of her wet cow tongue. Yet they only seemed to get wetter, and with time she realized that they were starting to leak a small but sweet-tasting stream of mare milk. It was immediately pleasing to her tongue, and she got her lips around one of those soft nips to start sucking it right out, slowly gulping as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the flavour. She was happy to just stay there a while and nurse, as the zebra above got things much more heated.

Helen was of course enormous, but that just meant a zebra cock could actually fit all the way for once. He stood up tall, breathing hotly through his nose, snorting some, as he pressed himself up and down against that winking cunt, just letting her juices smear all along the blunt tip of his shaft as it pulsed and already flared, slathering it in a glistening coating. His steady demeanour was fading in favour of a huffing, heaving, flexing beast ready to fuck that mare like she were a lady zebra. Something primal awoke in him at the offer of those sweaty haunches, and it blossomed as he finally pushed into those thick lips and parted them with inch after inch of his pulsing, flexing zebra dick.

The mare's reaction was a brief snort, but mostly she just soaked it in. She withdrew from the kiss with the lion and just gave him a long slurp. Chin to forehead, and then beyond, matting down his mane to a much less dignified appearance. There was something about that lick that made part of him tense up, still remembering how quickly her previous meal had vanished down her throat. The rest of him was oddly relaxed, even rumbling contentedly, just happy that she found his flavour pleasing. Either not worrying about a similar fate, or simply not minding the idea. He hadn't made his mind up just yet. Though he was already undressing, revealing all those bare muscles one at a time as he stripped himself completely, almost subconsciously while his attention remained solidly focused on the mare looming before him, her tongue dripping.

Helen licked her chops and smacked her lips a few times, keeping that tense part of him from relaxing fully, anticipating her lunge at any moment. Instead, she just brought her tongue to his taut chest and smoothed it down as she descended along his muscles now that they were bare, on offer to her. His creamy white fur ended up darkened, slathered, but not quite dripping. She wasn't drooling, but he was making her mouth water a little more for each inch of sleek white fur she savoured. Much more once she reached his cock, and his balls, giving them a sniff and then a stroke of her tongue just as firm as she'd given the rest of him.

David was left unsure of what to do with his hands. Grabbing her hair just seemed too dominant for such a moment, but he couldn't just leave them at his side when he was so unsteady. So he clutched uncertainly at her neck, keeping his balance while he mrowled and huffed out like a big kitty, letting her work his barbed shaft between her lips and teeth, kneading it between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. The heat of her breath alone, puffing on his damp crotchfur like that, nearly made him cum on the spot.

Through a little focus, he managed to push down that immediate rush of orgasm and just let himself enjoy the feeling of a warm mare mouth sucking him off a while. He had to admit the size of her made him feel a little small where it counted, but she still savoured every inch he had to offer with tender care. Her tongue swished up and down his length, and slipped forth over her lower lip to massage at his balls, and polite as he was trying to be, he couldn't help but thrust. A gentle bob at first, slickly working in and out, but building up towards a solid facefuck. He finally even let himself dig his fingers into her hair, lush and silky, clutching at it as he showed his teeth in his throes of pleasure, plunging back and forth between her lips.

He ended up matching the rhythm put forth by the powerful zebra, as he dug deep and fucked that mare with everything he had. The wet slap of his nuts only grew louder as he worked out his juices with that spire of ebon flesh, pumping back and forth inside her clenching pussy as he spanked at her with his hips. Gently at first, but soon he realized there was no need to go soft on such a durable mare. So he was slamming into her once he got his momentum going, sending rippling impacts that jiggled every pound of fat upon her body, right above where Lucia worked her tongue over those teats, adding that extra tingle of stimulation to the fucking she was getting from both sides. She hoped it was enough.

The manic energy put forth by the two muscular males almost made them look like they were in control for a moment there. But Helen exuded such a commanding presence simply by being the size she was that was. And those two were hardly in control of even themselves anymore. They were pumping, slamming, relentless as they pounded their cocks into her, the sounds growing ever slicker as they neared their climaxes. She might not have been blatantly showing how much she was enjoying herself like that pair panting and grunting away, but the winking squeeze of her pussy revealed her true feelings.

Nash and David weren't even making eye contact, instead clenching their eyes shut as they fucked that fat horse, but they were nonetheless almost perfectly in sync when they hit their peaks. First the zebra, then the lion, but it was close. Nash went wild as he bottomed out between those plump labia, relentlessly battering them with his balls in his final moments, those last few thrusts a lightning-fast pistoning that ended up flinging sweat and juices everywhere. And that was before he came. Moments later, he was gushing forth with a fat load worthy of a proper mare like her, one that splattered into her pints at a time, gushing, pouring, splashing and soon rolling down her thighs as it overflowed. Lucia ended up with a few musky strands settling upon her breasts, soaking into her top, but she didn't really mind. She just kept attending to those teats, hoping the pleasure she contributed made Helen's orgasm even better.

The mare herself was giving Nash a good squeeze as she squirted on him, snorting into David's crotchfur as she did so, and sending an increasing torrent down the zebra's thighs until Lucia's top had grown translucent with all the wetness it had absorbed. The lion tried to roar, but the sound caught in his throat, ruining it. So instead he just grunted out and moaned an extended note that was almost a bellow, and let all his seed pour onto the horse's tongue. What she could catch anyway, the gobs she didn't swallow running back down her lips to soak the lion's nuts while she noisily gulped down the rest, tugging his cock and his hips alike firmly inwards with power of her gullet.

The two studs relaxed back once their ecstasy simmered down, their shafts flopping from the mare as they softened. For the lion, it meant a bit of a mess, cum dribbling from his tip as much as it did Helen's lips. For the zebra, it meant a deluge. His cock swung down and thumped into his thigh as it slipped free of that creamed pussy, bringing with it a slopping mess of his thick seed that soon soaked the bovine beneath them entirely. Lucia was left sputtering as she got a faceful of zebra cum, made extra warm by the mare's innards, all steaming down across her nose and down her chest.

"Hey, watch it!" she complained, pulling her soaked top and sportsbra beneath over her head once the downpour ceased.

"Heh, sorry," the zebra answered with a shrug, his voice soft and a little shaky, orgasm still working through his veins. It wasn't that he didn't have stamina, just that it had taken so much out of him at once. Literally, considering the sloshing mess he'd left at least mostly inside that fat pussy.

"Mmf," said David. They turned to look.

In their moment of distraction, the lion's great maned head had completely vanished into a hungry horse maw. She had her teeth working down his neck, drool flowing down the crevice of his pecs, and she wasn't stopping. The big lion was a much bigger meal than her first, but that didn't slow her down any. She feasted on him slickly, swiftly, and never flinched even as all that muscle started to bulge out her broad throat. And she wasn't even lingering on the musky flavour of that well-built male, simply devouring him whole as quickly and smoothly, needing another ample contribution to her protein intake.

Even in his delighted state, post-orgasm, Nash was given pause at the sight. The lion might not have been as big as him, but, well, he was a lion. Yet for every moment he helplessly watched, a little more of that cat disappeared like his strength and ferocity didn't matter one bit. He was going to be horse feed, because she said so. Maybe helpless wasn't quite the word - it wasn't like he was going to step over there and try to assist. That would have just been disrupting the natural order of things, and even the lion knew it, barely struggling as Helen's gullet rushed past him. The only thing that really made him squirm was the mess she was making of all his fur, as if dignity still mattered anymore.

She'd already sampled him plenty, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to linger on his tastiest parts. When her tongue slupped up between his legs, she took her time with licking him from taint to tip, cleaning off any of the cum she missed the first time around, soaking the sweat he'd accumulated in his workout into her tongue. He hadn't had a chance to catch a shower before getting to the fun, but that just meant there was even more flavour for her to treat herself to. She sucked it right out of him as he remained dangling there, pressing his muscles into an outline in her gullet, legs made to flex and kick in pleasure as she teased his sensitive, orgasmic cock with her every sloppy slurp, until it was hard to tell which fluids were dripping from her chin and his thighs. Cum, sweat, saliva, all mingled into the same mess spattering to the locker room floor below.

But such sampling could only go on for so long. His cock tickled its way across her tongue as she took it in along with his hips, soon pushing it into her throat to be outlined in her skin along with the rest of his powerful form slipping downwards. And then gone, soon followed by the rest of him. A few tosses of the mare's head flopped her locks around, and waved the lion's legs up and down as they entered her. A wiggle of his toes and a deeply muffled gasp was the last thing he managed when she nipped at the tip of his tufted tail before polishing him off in a solid gulp.

Nash was left watching that bulge ride the wet slide that was Helen's gullet, and Lucia soon got to knead at the sagging weight of the lion settling into the mare's belly. He was already indistinct, packed tightly behind so many layers of fat as he was, but she could feel him squirming. If he was making any noise, she didn't hear it over the gluttonous din of that stomach starting up, churning louder and louder before the big cat even properly settled inside her. Eager to turn him into more heft for her belly, to pad out her squishy, swaying barrel even thicker.

Lucia finally rose from beneath the mare to take the zebra's position once he vacated it. She was still hard, to the point it was a little uncomfortable by then, throbbing away as she stepped behind that wide horse backside. That put her on about head level with that splattered cunt, and her broad donut of an asshole above, and she immediately decided she didn't mind the taste of the zebra's cum as she pushed her face up against those puffy lips, using her tongue to much sloppier effect than she had on the mare's belly.

All that seed still dripping from those soaking folds meant there was plenty to taste, plenty to eat and clean from the mare's thick folds as Lucia got her face utterly buried in it. She nearly inserted her whole muzzle as she dug in deep, using her tongue as a scoop to draw out the musky flavour of fucking. Soon, she was soaked from chin to forehead, and had plenty in her hair as she immersed herself beneath that lifted tail, fucking that cunt with her tongue as much as she cleaned it up. That had her wearing a coating of zebra cum before long, running down her features and soaking into her tits as she ate it right out of Helen's pussy, until it was looking more like Nash had blown in her face rather than in the mare. Not that she minded. She'd always kind of wanted to suck his cock anyway, and it was starting to look like she might not ever get a chance.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to wander over, but the mare appealed to him so much he got a little dazed. Lost in his desires, and in hers. She looked over her shoulder at him, wearing a smile along with a light coating of cum that still remained on her lips, and she didn't even have to say anything. Aside from a few soft gasps here and there as the cow ate her out and cleaned her pussy of that mess, she was silent. Right through the process of the zebra wandering up in front of her, meeting her offered kiss with a stifled huff through his nose.

Something about seeing her eat just turned the cow on more. She hadn't forgotten how horny she was, but the combined taste of zebra cum and mare lust was too pleasant to give up on easily. It was more a process of listening to her eat at that point, but that was enough. The room was awash with the wet and messy sounds of tongue meeting that wide-eyed zebra face. Not just broadly slurping, but tasting every single feature, intricately sampling over every inch of his frozen face until absolutely everything was shining with her drool. And then those sounds were replaced by that of a throat constricting around the zebra's entire head he could even react, comment, anything of the sort. The biggest meal yet, gobbled up off his hooves before he could even remember to kick them, or decide whether to struggle or just squirm with arousal.

He ended up doing neither, just plunging towards the gurgles below limply like a muscled sack of potatoes. Not that he was any less tasty for it. Helen couldn't help but drool on the delicious stud as she ate him whole, stretching her throat a little wider than before once she was working down his broad shoulders. So much muscle, so much equine power, but it was all useless to prevent his stripes from vanishing into the mare, because he simply couldn't will himself to give her anything less than what she wanted. If she wanted to digest every pound of the body he spent so much time building, who was he to argue?

Lucia was operating pretty automatically too, just following her whims and letting herself climb up onto that bench near those soaked hindquarters. She would have been happy to eat mare pussy all night long if she wasn't so desperate to get off. So up she went, grinding, stroking her cock up along the folds of that creampied cunt. She didn't hesitate to plunge herself in, all the way to her balls, her shaft swimming through what remained of the zebra stallion's sloppy seconds. Some of what remained splashed down over her nuts, as if she wasn't already wearing enough of Nash's cum. But he couldn't gloat about it, because he was busy.

It wasn't that he was too big for her to eat, but she needed just a little bit more time with him. Or maybe she just wanted to linger a while, sampling more than just his cock. She licked at his thick throat a while before fitting it into her own. She worked down his chest, and thoroughly swiped her tongue back and forth across his firm pecs, as if committing them to memory. Then down, working on his abs, search the sweaty crevices between every single one for the taste of sweat. And of course, there was his big fat cock for her to play with, massaging it with her tongue from tip all the way down to base in a gradual deepthroating that took the rest of him right along with it. A firm press to his balls, sucking them, kneading them up against the roof of her mouth, got plenty of his musky flavour into her senses. And she even teased up beneath his tail, working at the tight black ring beneath just to tease him for a while, make him kick those hooves for her as she wetly slathered up his stripey ass before stuffing it into her cheeks, letting him bulge there a while and then compress into her waiting gullet.

Just like that, he went from transfixed subject to lewd throatbulge. She might not have feasted on him even faster than the lion. But it was like she was gaining momentum, puffing along like a freight train, only fuelling her sweet fuckability as the cow pounded at pussy. Nash's thighs descended rapidly once she finally stopped savouring and teasing him, and with a few defininite swallows she had his ample weight splashed down into the same gut currently hard at work on David and Mahiri alike. That was the end of him but for the squirms and jiggles that hardly displayed his presence. From powerful specimen to barely significant weight sagging the mare's belly, like he had never even been there, all in a mere few minutes working him down.

Lucia shouldn't have been so turned on by that, she thought, but she marked the end of the mare's meal by messily pulling from her pussy and instead penetrating that surprisingly tight ass with the help of all that natural lube. Not that she really needed it, but it helped her sink forth in seconds, thumping hard as she mashed her sack up against the outer ring of that plump donut with a resonant thud that made a wet splat out in all directions, darkening the mare's golden hide where it wasn't soaked already.

She'd been waiting for so long, or at least it felt like ages. Ever since she first saw that thick mare, she wanted to fuck her in the rump. All that pent up lust she'd worked up watching the leopard had just transferred to Helen. And she would have pounded that fat backside for hours if she got the chance, but her body was just a little too excited to cooperate. Not long after had she done balls deep beneath the horse's soft tail, humping back and forth a handful of times, and she was already fighting down her own climax as it surged like wildfire through her tightening nuts.

As much was it tormented her not to just instantly go wild, to viciously pound that thick ass until all lust and energy had been drained from her, she had to stop. Just for a few seconds, while she breathed hotly over Helen's back, clinging to her wide hips with her arms spread right out. Once she was steadied, and that instant clamp of impending orgasm had settled down at least somewhat, she straightened up and got right back to fucking that sweet horse in powerful, noisy thumps of her balls to that ass, watching all that horse fat jiggling with every spanking impact. Much to her satisfaction.

She might have been a chubby cow, but once she got going, snorting and flexing and working her hips hard, she was like a raging bull. It was the kind of pounding that would have been far too much for nearly anyone with two legs, but the mare's solid form meant Lucia could go as hard as she liked. So she fucked her horse ass like she was taking out some anger, stomping her hooves on that bench with her pleasure, grunting out and groping all over those two broad, golden cheeks as she made them bounce with her slamming. Until she could hear the mare giving some wonderful moans, tossing her head and tilting her head back to gasp towards the ceiling, letting Lucia know just how much she was enjoying that solid reaming. It was such a pretty sight and sound that all her effort to keep down her climax were in vain, sending her ascending to her clenching peak of pleasure all at once, struck by a lightning bolt of bliss.

Not that it was any less enjoyable for how sudden it was. She found herself collapsing onto Helen's back, her hips jumping and twitching as she slammed forth uncontrollably, loosing all her cum right up into that fine mare ass. Pumping her full, splat after splat, until that fine ass was sloshing with it all. She didn't even mean to pull out, but one of her particularly wild twitches had her pulling right out, her cock like a hose as she painted Helen's haunches in her seed. It was beyond ropes of cum at that point, instead more like overturned buckets raining down on that shiny hide, making an utter mess of Helen's entire bottom half. Hot rivers rolled down her sides until they were even dripping from her engorged gut, where her meals were slowly being silenced by the aggressive churning going on within.

Leaning so much weight on that huge horse meant she went down right with her when Helen sighed and settled down. It was no small effort, given her heft, but she simply needed to rest her hooves for a while. That left Lucia teetering on that bench before just toppling and landing on her flank, cushioned by her gently bulging belly as Helen splayed it out along with the rest of her, taking up most the floor in that spacious locker room. Once they got settled in together, Lucia simply cuddled up, and simply sighed, already returning to her admiration of that belly with some slow, curious strokes up and down.

As orgasm swam through her veins, lulling her to a contented, and rather proud state for having fucked that horse so well, if briefly, she couldn't help a little curiosity. "Are they still squirming in there?"

"Oh, probably," Helen said in a breathy, dreamy voice. She sounded like she was ready to fall asleep. "I wasn't really paying attention."

Despite how cold those words could have sounded, they instead just turned Lucia on again. Her cock had barely softened, and what firmness it had lost in those moments of relaxation, it gained again as it sprang back to throbbing life. She wasn't really thinking. She just went ahead and followed her impulses, stroking, touching, and then humping at that belly. Part of it was knowing she was teasing at those three males, grinding her cock against them as if to mock their predicament. The rest was just adoration for the mare's size, for her heft and pillowy softness that was worth just losing herself in.

Anyone watching knew how this ended, and Lucia did too. She was far too breathless to make a run for it. And she wasn't even going to try to talk her way out of it. Helen simply turned, still wearing that gentle smile as before despite currently digesting those three fine males. She was stuffed, probably satisfied, but there was a lovely hunk of beef right there before her. A little gesture of her head, and Lucia crawled right over, not even needing to be told. Helen was sniffing through the bovine's hair once they were face to face, and Lucia just gave a little moan and kissed her on the nose. There wasn't anything she felt she needed to say.

Her afterglow was so potent after cumming in that tight horse butt that felt nothing but excitement and pleasure, as she gently smooched that horse wherever she could land her lips, working all over her face. She was clinging to her, snuggling and grinding just a little, but that was just a consequence of being hard and pressing near. Helen's hair was so lovely to run her fingers through, and she just let herself enjoy that a while while the horse licked away at her breasts, still soaked as they were. A tug of teeth, and she was lifting that sodden top off of Lucia's tits, exposing them for proper attention, worked on and then the other with that strong horse tongue until they were jiggling from the firmness of the slurping. Maybe even giving a tiny drop of milk, for Helen to swipe away and savour. Maybe she didn't need that thick bovine body, didn't need an additional meal after already stuffing herself to such a state. But she couldn't deny what she wanted.

Lucia was so relaxed under that kind horse's care that she almost didn't notice she was being eaten at first. Slowly, this time. It wasn't the sort of guzzling that the others had been given. Helen wasn't consuming her out of hunger, but rather for the pleasure of it, and so she took her time. Starting with her head of course, working through her hair, flattening it with her tongue until it was clinging tightly to her skull. Then immersing her whole face in that maw, puffing hot horse breath on her while she nosed forth towards the flexes of her throat, sighing her way inside, knowing there was nothing she could do at that point but enjoy herself. If Helen wanted her, then her only choice was to give herself up to that hungry horse's whims.

She was eventually moaning in a deep, guttural voice as she descend into the humidity and the tight, greedy squeezes of the horse's gullet, until her breasts were being mashed up against her chest by the power of those swallows. Then her belly, nice and squishy, perfect for kneading between Helen's flat teeth, and then flattened by the gulps around it. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about losing that weight anymore. It was going to a better cause, to be absorbed and converted into poundage for the lovely horse to wear. Same with that big butt of hers, always a little embarrassing when trying to fit into pants, but now something to indulge in, slurped and nibbled and then just swallowed, bulging its way down Helen's throat while her hooves slowly tapped against that wiggling fat that called to her.

A few gentle tosses of her head, and Helen finished her meal with relative ease, sucking down the cow's legs until there were only hooves to tease. Those were worth a brief slurp, but such solid things weren't ticklish, and so they were soon gone too. She had hardly been slowed by how full she already was. She was always ready to consume fresh meat, always happy add more fat to her body. Maybe it was going to take a lot of jogging to burn off all the weight her chosen prey was going to pack onto her, but judging by the richly satisfied belch that gusted from her when she was done devouring Lucia, she didn't mind one bit.

The bliss and the indulgent pleasure of having so very much meat pressing out on the confines of her stomach was enough that Helen didn't much want to go anywhere. So she just remained sprawled out on that floor, comfortable enough, and dipped her head down. Despite not exactly being allowed to sleep there, it wasn't long before she started to drift into pleasant dreams, soothed by the sensation of her prey squirming, weakening, softening, and finally going completely still throughout the night. Meat for the mare, adding to her mass with every minute. So much better than mere oats.

***

Either no one noticed the giant horse sleeping in the locker room as they were closing up for the night, or more likely, they didn't want to disturb her. She snoozed right through until morning, as her gut gradually softened back to its former state, plus a few dozen pounds or so. There was no sign of the process, only squish pudge that pulled a little tighter ass he worked upon all the meat. Her rounded belly became smoother, rounder. Everything she needed from them was swiftly, loudly converted into nothing more than additional layers of horse fat. And what she didn't need was hardly recognizable as having ever been the four of them.

She was awakened by the first few clanks of weights outside. No actual gym-goers had arrived just yet, but the workers were setting up for another day, as if nothing unusual had happened. They were down four members, but life went on. With a yawn that turned into a wet belch by the end, she slowly got herself to her hooves with no small effort. It wasn't quite a struggle, but it took her some time, especially with the extra weight jiggling beneath her all the while to get used to. Once up, she cricked her neck back and forth and gave her tail a swish. Before she could think of doing much, she had something to take care of, in the form of a dull pressure in the very deepest reaches of her body, letting her know that all those tasty treats were done and converted into something no longer needed.

It would have been easiest to just back herself into a stall and utterly ruin it. They might have been so kind at that gym as to accommodate her with machines that fit someone of her size, but they definitely hadn't installed toilets adequate for someone like her. Especially not after a buffet like last night. She was kind enough not to leave a huge mess for someone else to clean up, and instead pushed her chest into an exit door that led to an alley outside, trotting along and appreciating the extra jiggle that went with every step. She was even fatter than when she arrived at the gym, which seemed amusingly counterintuitive.

That alley housed a collection of dumpsters, and the big metal bins happened to be just about the right height for her. So she backed her ass up to one, and simply lifted her tail high, giving a light grunt as she felt her thick donut hole flexing, bulging out, and then releasing what remained of those lovely gents and one lady. They were solidly packed, indistinct from one another, all converted into some undignified muffins of horse shit, soon piling up atop the trash in a back alley trash can. At least the mess was conveniently contained.

Helen squeezed them out minute after minute, paying causal attention to the street to see if she might be interrupted. Not that she really cared. It was only natural. Though it was a crude, dirty process, it was impressive in its own right, just for how much there was. Pound after pound of thick horse waste was piling up atop the garbage below, the mare flexing her ring as she let out the mingled mass of what used to be four separate people. There wasn't a single clear trace of what they used to be, nothing to tell one chunk from another. Maybe that was a bit of fur or hair, ruined and dirtied beyond recognition. Maybe those firmer bits were flecked with pulverized bone. But that was the most anyone was ever going to see of them again.

They'd been consumed and digested, and they were nothing more than horse chub bouncing as the carried it with her. A lovely layer of extra squish on that rounded gut that hung below her broad form. She pissed the fluids she'd taken from them on the concrete, not quite reaching the dumpster with the golden stream, and just gave a soft snort of satisfaction. That would do. That would certainly do.

All that remained was to stride back in and hog the showers with her bulk, given how the sweat and musk of mating still clung to her. And if anyone objected to her presence, her gut always, always had more room for more prey, of any shape and size.